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 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS 
 
 BY 
 
 EMORY J. HAYNES 
 
 BOSTON 
 THE NORTH PUBLISHING CO. 
 
 '893
 
 COPYRIGHT, 1893, 
 BY THE NOUTH PUBLISHING Co. 
 
 C. J. PETEBS & SON, 
 
 TTPE-SETTFRR AND EI.F.OTKOTVPEBB, 
 
 J Hion STREET, BOBTON,
 
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 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 " THIS way, Charley ! " 
 
 " I am coming, dearie ! " 
 
 The young girl stood, full revealed in the advan- 
 cing glory of a June morning, on the marble landing 
 beneath the porte cochere of a marble house. She 
 rose on tiptoe as she called, supporting her pretty 
 self by resting her finger-tips on the lip of a marble 
 vase whose wealth of blossoms she sought to over- 
 look. 
 
 The answering voice, rich, deep and tender with a 
 meaning, came from somewhere down amid the flow- 
 ering shrubbery of the lawn. The man was not to 
 be seen as yet. The voice reassured the girl, how- 
 ever ; for instantly the glow of expectancy arid per- 
 haps anxiety came into her lovely face, enhancing, if 
 such a thing \vere possible, her marvelous beauty. 
 
 "You are the fairest thing in the whole world,'' 
 
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 exclaimed the young man, as the next instant he 
 pushed past a great golden shrub and halted to gaze 
 at her. 
 
 " Governor Randall is home ! " was her excited 
 reply. 
 
 " So I hear," he answered quietly, as he came on 
 across the grass. 
 
 " But, Charley Horicon," she quickly half whis- 
 pered, turning her shapely head with a glance up 
 towards the white shining front of the great house 
 as if to suggest that some one might overhear, " you 
 you have never yet seen the Governor." 
 
 "True enough, my sweet Dorothea," said Horicon, 
 lifting himself up beside her, and putting his arm 
 about her. " I am not frightened to death because 
 our great employer has returned from great Lon- 
 don. We are all equals in this Yankee land." 
 He caught her hand from the lip of the vase and 
 kissed it while he held it in his own broad, brown 
 fingers. Everything about this Horicon was heroic, 
 as sculptors measure size ; and three of his fingers 
 held her whole hand, if he pleased, as he did 
 now. 
 
 "But our entire future in life is put at hazard 
 now " 
 
 " Indeed ! You poor, frightened bird," the young 
 fellow broke in, touching her cheek and turning her 
 face up to his gaze. " I thought you were the bravest
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 5 
 
 little woman in the world. Why, you are all of a 
 nervous tremble. One would think I had done some- 
 thing wrong with his property. Shall I make the 
 rich old man pay for this distress to you ? " 
 
 " What ? " She opened her large brown eyes on 
 him with wonder that he could be so self-possessed. 
 
 " That is," he said, " shall I begin by disliking him 
 who so terrorizes persons in his employ?" 
 
 " You know what I mean," she protested. " It is 
 very important, I should say, to us that Governor 
 Randall likes you, a young fellow to whom he has 
 intrusted a fine position upon no personal knowledge 
 of you." 
 
 " My work as landscape gardener and curator of 
 these grounds must speak for itself. I know I can 
 do his work " 
 
 " If he knows what he wants done," she objected. 
 
 " Yes," he mused, beginning himself to grow more 
 thoughtful over the situation. " It is no easy matter 
 to help a millionaire spend his money for his own 
 pleasure." 
 
 i " The idea of Governor Randall trying to get 
 pleasure for himself out of anything ! " laughed 
 Dorothea Mayfield, showing her pretty teeth. 
 
 "That's it," replied Horicon. "I take it he's too 
 everlasting busy to enjoy anything." He spoke this 
 with an evident purpose to draw the girl out. 
 
 " Oh, Charley," she sighed, " I have tried and tried
 
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 to give you some just idea of this strange man whom 
 everybody knows and yet nobody knows." She 
 pulled at his long, black mustache as she spoke, and 
 when he caught her hand she continued : " The 
 time has come when you must also pass under the 
 sharp scrutiny of his keen blue eyes. No one can 
 foretell. He may like you at a single glance. 
 He decides on everything so quickly. Then, again, 
 he may dislike you, and plunge into his day's work 
 ignoring you." 
 
 " But I am under contract." 
 
 " Charley," and her voice sunk to a whisper as she 
 said it, " a contract is nothing, a bare contract. You 
 don't know Governor Randall. Then, too, it is your 
 whole career which is at stake. If you can only go 
 on here, beautifying this estate, making a great name 
 for yourself ! " 
 
 " Which necessitates cordial relations and the ut- 
 most trust between master and man, of course," added 
 he, finishing out her thought. 
 
 " You are so fearless and so strong," Dorothea re- 
 sumed in a low, sweet voice, as if she had a right to 
 be his adviser for some reason, " that you do not fore- 
 see dangers as a girl does. All our plans, you know, 
 dear boy," and she nestled up to his broad shoulder, 
 where her housekeeper's white cap contrasted prettily 
 with his blue flannel gardener's jacket, " are made 
 in expectation of your success here."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 7 
 
 " Not quite, dearie, after we have been betrothed 
 since we were sixteen years old." He stoutly as- 
 serted it, his muscular arm drawing her closely to 
 him. " Of course I want to make a go of this, being 
 just graduated and ready for life and you. But it 
 is a wide world. It is no egotism to say I am master 
 of my profession. There are other fine estates in the 
 land, however." 
 
 " I know. But if only Governor Randall did take 
 one of those queer personal likes of his ! He could 
 be so considerate, and give you such an opportunity. 
 For spending money on this magnificent home of his 
 is mere play when he is pleased." 
 
 " And it probably will not increase his good nature 
 to be informed that you are going to teach this sum- 
 mer, while you get all the fixings ready." 
 
 She put her hand on his lips. A girl's wedding 
 " fixings " are too sacred for discussion, even with her 
 lover, till a very few hours before the clergyman ar- 
 rives. But she added, " I wrote Governor Randall in 
 England that I should take the upper district school 
 soon after his return." 
 
 " He has been several days in Boston, I hear, and 
 all day yesterday at the general offices down town, 
 they say," remarked Horicon. 
 
 " Yes ; working always like a serf," she added. 
 " This will be his first day at the house. And I think 
 it's his birthday. You'll be sent for. There'll be
 
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 many men here on appointments, no doubt. But he 
 will ask for you." 
 
 " And we shall soon know how we like each other," 
 added the young man in good solid self-respect as he 
 dropped down to the pavement. 
 
 Dorothea Mayfield lingered to watch him out of her 
 sight, returning to his work. She gloried in his 
 spirit and believed in his "genius," as she named it 
 in her prayers. But her woman's heart was afraid. 
 Her happiness was so near, yet was so dependent on 
 many things. She should now have returned to her 
 duties, yet she did not. She tripped down the veran- 
 da, and flew across the lawn to a fountain, at whose 
 ice-cold mountain waters she drank. She paused with 
 the silvery chain of the cup in her hand, and studied 
 the silent east front of the mansion within whose 
 walls such strange events, she felt sure, as women say 
 when they mean a seer's vision all their own, were 
 "yet to take place in her young life." 
 
 An educated young woman, having had interior 
 charge of the establishment for nearly a year, she 
 knew every servant, every room. But she knew little 
 of the forceful, rich old man whose noble chamber 
 yonder windows were now flooding, and where every- 
 thing had received the touch of her exquisite taste. 
 She wondered if he noticed at all that his apartments 
 were matchlessly elegant. 
 
 Meanwhile there were other people in the rich
 
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 man's employ, who were moving about within and 
 apparently reflecting, by their talk and actions, quite 
 a different side light on this singular character, Gov- 
 ernor Randall. 
 
 For instance, Dennis, the old valet of many years, 
 had just come down into the library, saying to the 
 housemaid, 
 
 " Good-morniif, Kittie. Stop dustin' for a minit, 
 Avill ye, and lind yer fellar-servant a helpin' 
 hand?" 
 
 " What'll you have, Dennis ? " replied the girl, gaz- 
 ing round the elegant library with solicitude, as she 
 whipped at the flying motes in the sunbeams with 
 her hand. 
 
 " I'm sint to bring a book for the Guv'nor, an' I'm 
 blowed if the name of it hain't blowed out o' me 
 mind as I passed the open winder in the hall," 
 replied Dennis, as he stood in honest perplexity, 
 scanning the massive case of shelves. 
 
 " What was it about, Dennis?" 
 
 " Now, Kittie, me beauty," replied the man with 
 a droll and kindly leer, " how sh'd I know where you 
 were born, for instance ? " 
 
 "I was born four miles north-west of Cork, 
 Ireland." 
 
 " That's nigh t' the Blarney Stone, me dear," 
 laughed he. " Did ye ever kiss it ? " And he 
 made for her a step.
 
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 " What do ye mane ? " with a whip at him and a 
 blush. " I make no doubt you have though. What's 
 that got to do with the book ? " 
 
 " Yis, yis. The dear old Guv'nor wants his book," 
 mused Dennis, returning to his search. " Poor lone- 
 some gintleman in this great house, Kittie ! God 
 bless him ! This is the Guv'nor's birthday, d'ye 
 mind ? " 
 
 " He's a nice man, is Guv'nor Randall, sure ! " 
 exclaimed the girl, beginning to wield her feathers 
 anew. " All of us servants like the old gintleman. 
 He's kind to us, anyway. But I wouldn't stay in 
 this lonesome house, foine and great as it be, for 
 'taint nothin' but another business office after he gets 
 home and before he goes to town, I wouldn't stay 
 here for all my big wages, except for sweet Miss 
 May field, the pretty dear." 
 
 " An' yer right, child," spoke Dennis with hearty 
 dignity, lowering his voice to guttural, and using 
 a solemn gesture of his crooked forefinger. " Doro- 
 thy Mayfield bein' a leddy indade, every inch of her 
 handsome self. And Charley Horicon, the new 
 head gard'ner, d'ye mind him, Kittie ? He's foine, 
 foine ; looks like the Guv'nor hisself, as he used to 
 look fifty year ago, so ol' Clarkson says." 
 
 " Governor Randall not up yet? " 
 
 Both the servants started and made obeisance, 
 though one might have detected a half-patronizing
 
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 air in their courtesies to the new comer who stood in 
 the library door. 
 
 " Misther Clarkson," said Dennis, "his Excellency 
 is up." 
 
 " Yes, up stairs in his bed, lazy dog ! " and the 
 white-haired, tall, massive old man stumped stiffly 
 along the floor, pounding out with his cane as he 
 strode. " These rich men git ter be powerful lazy. 
 I've hoed ten rows of 'taters this mornin' in my new 
 south patch. Humph ! up stairs in bed at nine 
 o'clock in the mornin' ! I'm jest dead t' see him 
 after his long absence from the few 't really love 
 him." 
 
 The servants laughed, for old Clarkson's growl had 
 warmth and kindness in it always. There are growls 
 that are more cheery than honeyed words. 
 
 " The Guv'nor is up in bed, sirr," protested Den- 
 nis ; " and his coffee is down his throat, sirr, and he's 
 callin' for his books. Kittie, help me think. What's 
 the name of the feller who licked all creation, an' 
 then wept ter think there warn't no more wurrlds 
 to wollop ? " 
 
 " Alexander the Great, man," growled out Clark- 
 son indulgently, stumping over and soon securing 
 the volume. "What in time is Randall readin' up 
 Alexander for? " 
 
 Dennis slapped his knee. " Thank ye. It's some- 
 thin', Mr. Clarkson, about Alexander College, the
 
 12 2VGLVA 1 KUCllf 
 
 Guv'nor's to make a speech at. I say, Mr. Clarkson, 
 this man wept hecause there warn't no more wurrlds 
 ter wollop, eh? " 
 
 At the door Clarkson flung back u So they say." 
 
 " Oh, but auld Ireland warn't born then, or he'd 
 a lied fightin' 'nuff on his hands." 
 
 Clarkson fidgeted out into the wide hall, flooded 
 with the morning sun, to warm his dear old bones 
 and wait. 
 
 " Hist, Kittie," said Dennis, "d'ye mind, it's not 
 quarrelin' with the dear ould soul. Only it makes 
 me roiled, like, to see him strut round here. You'd 
 think he was th' Guv'nor, 'n' th' Guv'nor was him, 
 instead of the Guv'nor jist supportin' him." 
 
 " They were boys together, I hear tell," said she, 
 as Dennis went away with the book. 
 
 The maid turned to her delaj^ed dusting with a 
 will, but had scarcely finished righting the room when 
 in strode Clarkson again, and threw himself down in 
 an easy-chair, with 
 
 " Guv'nor Randall's gittin' up at last. In fact, 
 he's comin' down the stairs. I'll wait." 
 
 A moment later Governor Randall entered with 
 quick step and showing signs of being ill at ease, fol- 
 lowed by Dennis, carrying the book which the master 
 snatched from his servant's hand, snapping out, 
 
 " Took you long enough, I hope. Nobody else but 
 me would have kept you, Dennis, for twenty years."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 13 
 
 Look on him a moment, this old man of affairs. 
 More than six feet tall he stood, a giant frame, yet 
 worn thin as skeletons are. It was, those days, the 
 handsomest face of man the sun ever shone upon. 
 The brow fine, high and wide ; the blue eyes, looking 
 out keen and clear, their pure color untarnished by 
 age ; the strong straight nose through whose trem- 
 bling nostrils the breath came and went as in a race 
 horse's ; the cheek and jaw massive. The white, 
 wavy hair seemed fine as silk, and shone in the bend 
 of its every wave about the temples. The lips 
 seemed sensitive to his thought; and they quivered 
 now with the nervous unrest of a high-spirited, 
 weary, and, one would surely say, an unhappy man. 
 
 " Good-morning, Hezekiah Randall, old boy !" ex- 
 claimed John Clarkson from behind. " I come up 
 from my new south lot ter drink yer birthday." 
 
 Clarkson's face beamed upon his patron, not with 
 snobbish deference, but with all the large-hearted 
 love of a grateful man who still felt h'.mself the equal 
 of his benefactor. As the two stood side by side in 
 the light of the new day they looked imposing, 
 crowned with the white locks of age. 
 
 " Hello ! John, remembered it, did ye ? " Instantly 
 the rich man's spirit suffered change. The handsome 
 head half turned as the left hand in great familiarity 
 stole out, feeling for Clarkson's right hand. " Give 
 me an honest man's hand, John." The stridulous
 
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 tone of fatigue and vexation softened still further in- 
 to a pathetic tenderness, and no man ever lived whose 
 voice could so quickly change from harsh to tender. 
 "So you remembered my birthday! Ain't many 
 who do, my friend. We're getting pretty old. Yes, 
 a little wine to-day ? " 
 
 The wine stood ready on the table as hand in hand 
 the two men walked up to it. 
 
 " Only time I tech it, Hezekiah," remarked Clark- 
 son apologetically, lifting the glass. 
 
 " Same here," replied the Governor, draining his 
 small draught nervously. " That's how we outwear 
 all the boys, Clarkson." 
 
 " It's nineteen annivarsaries this present, Kiah, thet 
 I've marched in here on yer birthday, and took up 
 this 'ere lovin' cup; nineteen sence ye give me I 
 mean, nineteen sence I hired them two acres on ye 
 thet I till." 
 
 Aside the governor whispered as if to himself, 
 " Hired ! I give him the clothes on his back ! " Then 
 recollecting himself, he said softly, " As much as 
 that, John? You are eighty-five, then." 
 
 " Yis, ye're four year younger'ii me." 
 
 " Well, drop down out in the setting-room, old 
 friend, for a while. I'm expecting my lawyer. Then 
 I'll get a minute more. Dennis, tell Miss Mayfield I 
 want to see her." 
 
 Left alone the old gentleman sat down by his desk
 
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 nervously, and glanced over the accumulated matter 
 there, but did not offer to begin any work. His eyes 
 were on the great doors leading from the dining- 
 room. An animated and expectant gaze it was. His 
 long, thin fingers played with the carved arms of his 
 chair, and his small feet shuffled back and forth rest- 
 lessly on the heavy carpet. Some one was coming 
 in whom he was deeply interested, that was plain 
 enough to be seen. 
 
 The door opens and she is before him. Miss Dor- 
 othea Mayfield, daughter of " old Mayfield, the bank- 
 rupt," dead and buried, and leaving his only child 
 with her mother to find their own way through this 
 world. 
 
 Very young for a housekeeper in this great resi- 
 dence, that is evident. But this Yankee girl is no 
 child. Though her one and twenty years have been 
 full of trials, yet that singular beauty that premature 
 care brings when the mind is earnest had greatly en- 
 hanced the loveliness of her face. It is a child, yet a 
 woman, who stands there in her simple housekeeper's 
 attire. Her dress is as sunny as the morning, 
 though fitted for work, as when we last saw her 
 drinking at the fountain. 
 
 She stands self-respectful, yet with the deference 
 of one employed, her brown eyes looking the old man 
 frankly in the face, and her shapely arms, which had 
 been bared to the elbow when she promptly obeyed
 
 16 NONE SUCH? 
 
 this imperious master's summons, soon covered down 
 and crossed before her. To the lord of the mansion 
 she reveals none of the solicitude that she showed 
 Charley Horicon. 
 
 " We learn to make haste, Governor Randall, when 
 you call for us," she said modestly ; and then she 
 stood in composed attention, the prettiest foot in the 
 world tapping the carpet at the edge of her skirt. 
 
 " Good-morning to you, Miss Mayfield," said the 
 Governor. "You all treat an old man's whims too 
 indulgently." 
 
 " You are not a hard employer at home, sir," she 
 responded, bending graciously. 
 
 Miss Mayfield could make no movement awk- 
 wardly. She was neither short nor tall, neither spare 
 nor stout. She was perfection in figure, this bright, 
 independent, lovely young woman. She pleased the 
 eye and rested it. There would have been perfect com- 
 fort in her presence except that there was something 
 so animated, perhaps one would prefer to say inspir- 
 ing, in her appearance. 
 
 " Oh, Miss Mayfield," the Governor began again, 
 "I er wanted to see you I mean I have been 
 thinking for some time that I er Jupiter ! " and 
 he compared his watch with the deep-toned clock that 
 rang out its chimes from the mantel. 
 
 " Some other hour, I presume," Dorothea sug- 
 gested ; " you have a business appointment ? "
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 17 
 
 " Thank you ; yes, exactly. Ye're very consider- 
 ate. Yes, I'm expecting my attorney, old Hartley, 
 you know, not my secretary. Can I have a talk with 
 you to-day soon's he's gone ? " 
 
 "Whenever you ring, certainly," she replied, re- 
 tiring. 
 
 Left alone a moment Governor Randall spoke his 
 thoughts, presumably to the figure of himself in the 
 great mirror. 
 
 " Beautiful young woman ! My house never went 
 on so well as since she took charge of it. Ah 
 well " in further soliloquy, returning to his papers, 
 " How much am I worth, anyway ? Hard cash is one 
 thing ; but this stuff we have got stuff enough if 
 turned into cash - wa'al, last reckoning nigh thirty- 
 five million." 
 
 How much was he worth ? Was he worth, that is, 
 worthy of, Dorothea Mayfield? A young girl and 
 millions of money? Was that, then, the line of 
 thought? Interesting, to say the least, this connec- 
 tion between woman's youth and old age's millions. 
 Did she suspect it ? Decidedly not. You are sure 
 of that much as you recall her innocent face. 
 
 " Judge Hartley, sir," was Dennis's announcement, 
 as he opened the door. 
 
 " Yes, send the old dog in," snapped out Governor 
 Randall in a low tone, his whole air instantly chan- 
 ging to that of the hard man of the world on the 
 defensive.
 
 18 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Dennis ushered in Judge Hartley about as ungra- 
 ciously as his master had seemed to bid him. 
 
 " I wish you the best of health, Governor Ran- 
 dall," said the lawyer. 
 
 "Ain't a bit well. I'm eighty years old to-day. 
 That's getting to be too much," was the rich man's 
 response. 
 
 " Pooh, pooh ! there's not a business man in all New 
 England that turns off more work than you to-day. 
 But do I interrupt ? I understood you wished to see 
 me here. Something sudden, that couldn't wait for 
 office hours ? " 
 
 Now, here is a square man, this Judge Hartley, 
 Attorney, stopping midway between door and desk, 
 holding his silk hat in crossed hands before him. 
 Square on the surface of things, say, as to shoulders, 
 chest, hips, even to his shoes ; everything square. He 
 shows a set of white teeth as he smiles, through his 
 square-cut mustache and whiskers, a square smile. 
 Everything is square about him except his high fore- 
 head, which retreats. You are sure about " The 
 Squire," even though you may have had no dealings 
 with him ; and you wonder that the aged client seems 
 not to regard this attorney of his vast affairs quite as 
 you do. For Governor Randall hesitates and glares 
 at his visitor during an interval that is becoming 
 embarrassing. 
 
 " I sent for you," warily yet sharply spoke Randall
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 19 
 
 at length, and by way of explanation. " Have a 
 cigar, Judge ? " 
 
 " Too strong for me, Governor. Allow me," re- 
 plied the lawyer, taking a cigar from his own pocket 
 and lighting it. " Milder " between puffs. " You're 
 hardier than I with twenty-one years in my 
 favor."' 
 
 " Fifty -nine ? That's all you are ? By George ! 
 time's against me hard. Why couldn't the Almighty 
 make my bones and nerves to last equal to my head- 
 piece ? Judge, look at me." Rising to his feet, the 
 Governor stood with straddled legs. " I'm weaken- 
 ing on my pins, but here," rapping his forehead, " I'm 
 sound as rock-maple ! Oh, you mere boy ! Listen ; 
 I've got plans far-reaching enough to double ev-ry 
 dollar I've got, if I only had your youth ! " 
 
 Laughing, the attorney answered, "I'm a grand- 
 father. My dead daughter's child's " 
 
 " Yes. There's another sore spot." The \vords 
 came like a sharp cry of pain. " I've got not a chick 
 nor a mate." Then the old man's eyes showed their 
 depth of feeling, as the speaker turned and looked 
 at a woman's portrait just above his desk. " The 
 Lord bless her very picture ! Sweet face, Judge, on 
 the walls of this solitary house. Ain't those wonder- 
 ful eyes?" 
 
 Gazing at the portrait, forgetting all else, what a 
 change had come over this man of power and moods !
 
 20 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Mrs. Randall was a very lovely lady, sir," an- 
 swered Judge Hartley. " Remember her stately 
 appearance perfectly on your inauguration day Sir. 
 Painted about that time ? " 
 
 Governor Randall was turning up and down the 
 room now with nervous strides. He made no reply. 
 Turn on turn he took, his long arms clasped behind 
 him. Then he stood stone still before the pictured 
 face of the dead. His lips moyed, but perhaps it was 
 with emotion only. At length he struck his own 
 forehead sharply and cried, " Corne back, come back, 
 Randall ! Excuse my calling myself back, Hartley. 
 I have to talk to myself here in this big house, except 
 when Clarkson comes in. Think I'd get talking 
 enough in the city all day ? Bah ! By George, it's 
 all dollar talk there ! Excuse my walking. Some- 
 thing is on my mind, hot." 
 
 "You don't hesitate to confide in your old attor- 
 ney?" 
 
 u N-n-o-o, Y-y-e-s. Fact is, eighty years old this 
 day. I'm getting through." 
 
 " I hope you have many " 
 
 "Tain't so. You know 'tain't," broke in Randall. 
 " That's bosh. You'n I can afford to talk sense." 
 Almost reverently he was now speaking, with deep 
 feeling, kindling to passion. 
 
 " Great Heaven ! I'd give five hundred thousand 
 dollars. By George, a million ! Yes, I'd step right up
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 21 
 
 to this table under my fist and sign two checks on 
 the Commercial and Park Banks respectively, so's 
 not to embarrass either one of them, for a million 
 each." He stopped, sternly staring, with his thin 
 visage, on his lawyer, while his clenched hand 
 thundered down on the table. 
 
 " For what, Mr. Randall, would you give so great 
 a sum, a thirty-fifth of your estate, I should say ? '' 
 the lawyer with suspicious aspect eagerly asked, 
 leaning forward. 
 
 " For ten years taken off my age ! " 
 
 " You are indeed ill, Governor. Our age ? We 
 aging men must sternly put that fact out of mind if 
 we would be happy." 
 
 " Out of mind? No longer, at eighty, and when* 
 one has not made a will." And now both hands were 
 thrust into his pockets, as the Governor tossed his 
 white head and turned away. 
 
 "Oh, ah, true! That is, unless you're willing our 
 excellent courts appoint an administrator after you 
 are gone." 
 
 The Governor simply stared hard and suspiciously 
 at the lawyer. Then, after an interval, he exploded 
 with, 
 
 " Excellent courts ! There ain't a judge whose 
 selling price I haven't got in my pocket memoran- 
 dum, and I suppose it's something off to the trade to 
 you lawyers."
 
 22 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Squire Hartley caught his breath beneath his 
 square mustache. But still it is not worth while to 
 mind trifles when one is on a large salary. Better 
 swallow the insult. It is not the deference we pay 
 to the man, but to the capital that pays us the salary. 
 
 " You wanted me about your will ? " at length in- 
 quired the Judge. "That's rational. You'll die 
 none the sooner. Let's begin." 
 
 " All right. You furnish ideas, and I'll furnish 
 dollars." Governor Randall came back to his chair 
 at once. 
 
 " Excuse me," objected Judge Hartley, straighten- 
 ing back from the paper and table. " It is your 
 wealth, not mine." He picked up the cigar that he 
 kad laid on the table with an air that said : " This is 
 the same old sticker of the last twenty years. Don't 
 know what to do with his millions." 
 
 Governor Randall suddenly became conscious of 
 John Clarkson, who was sitting by the sunlit window, 
 and flung this at him : " What would you do, Clark- 
 son, with thirty-five million, a lonely old stick like 
 me?" 
 
 Clarkson whirled about and growled : " Gee Whit- 
 aker ! Advertise in the Sunday papers an' see how 
 easy any feller can answer ye." 
 
 " Clarkson, Clarkson, you're a sad old rogue. 
 You're a dear old boy, though. But I'm busy now. 
 Wait for me outside, Avon't ye ? "
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 28 
 
 " Yes, siree," was the response, as Clarkson took 
 his hint and stumped out. 
 
 "Remote kindred?" resumed Judge Hartley, to 
 get business going again. 
 
 " Not a soul on earth, Judge. When a rich man's 
 dead's when the cousins pop up like woodchucks 
 about sundown looking for five-leaf clover." 
 
 The Judge can only smile and wait good-naturedly. 
 
 " Now, see here, supposing I was five and twenty," 
 at length Governor Randall resumed. 
 
 " That is, the orphan, friendless clerk again in old 
 Hanover Street." 
 
 "Exactly." Then turning away in rumination the 
 millionaire went on, " Aching to get married to Anna, 
 waiting for me up on the farm, and I couldn't afford 
 it year after year." 
 
 " But by closest economy accumulating the little 
 capital to make the beginnings of this vast for- 
 tune, in lumber," put in the lawyer, familiar with the 
 biography to the smallest detail. 
 
 " Closest economy ! " echoed Governor Randall. 
 "That is no word for it! Starving body and soul 
 apart, judge. But, by George, I got 'em, I got 'em ! 
 The few nest-eggs that give me my start. Those 
 days the blue bloods from Beacon Hill wouldn't 
 have wiped their feet on the poor clerk. Now 
 they take off their hats to me in more'n one of 
 my banks."
 
 24 NONE SUCH ? 
 
 " And you lived to be offered a nomination to the 
 Presidency of the United States by a great party, to 
 be our Governor, to count your millions, and, best 
 of all, to wed your Anna." 
 
 Shrewd, square man, this attorney, who can touch 
 the right chords and make no discords. 
 
 " Yes, but most of the wealth came too late. If I'd 
 had it young enough to enjoy it, before I got stiff 
 jointed and grinding greedy ! I can't now, at my 
 time o' life, learn to like books and the refinements 
 of travel, or even my horses. If I'd only had my 
 wealth all saved, sawed, stacked, and seasoned like a 
 pile of cord wood, when Anna and the boy were 
 here ! " The rich man's eyes now found another 
 portrait on the wall. " That's he, twelve year old. 
 Handsome little chap ! " And Governor Randall got 
 up from the chair and moved toward the picture 
 opposite. 
 
 " I never saw the soft side of Randall before," 
 murmured the Judge under his breath. Then aloud 
 to his employer, " Yes, sir, only child, I believe." 
 
 " I was too busy to know much about him," Gov- 
 ernor Randall went on, at the same time lifting some 
 silken stuff that half hid the picture. " The Lord 
 forgive the fool I was. In the parlor that's him 
 when his mother sent him to Harvard. But this I 
 keep it covered, it goes to my heart so. Ah, that's 
 as he was Colonel of that crack Maine regiment."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 25 
 
 He stood beholding the face of his son in a long 
 silence. 
 
 "I recall Col. Robert's heroic death," said the 
 lawyer in a dry tone. " It thrilled the whole State, 
 sir." The square man spoke squarely every time. 
 He could not speak tenderly. 
 
 " Ah," exclaimed the rich man, shaking his thin 
 fingers at the picture, " he should be here begging 
 Heaven's pardon for saying it to inherit what I've 
 got, and 'twould be living my life over again, without 
 my grind, and with more pleasure, and with a better 
 start than I ever had. See? Miss May field, don't 
 draw the blinds in there yet, please." For he caught 
 sight of the young housekeeper moving across the 
 great parlors, as if to shut out the advancing sunlight 
 which she had early let into the dark and silent 
 rooms. " Come and see yourself, my dear," he went 
 on, sliding nervously to her side. 
 
 " That is your son, I know," Dorothea answered, 
 accompanying him, till they stood before the portrait. 
 
 " How d'ye know, child ? I've never said a word 
 to you about the boy. I'm all buried up in business, 
 making millions on millions. And all for whom? 
 This birthday of mine has stirred up the old man's 
 soul, like a walking-stick in a spring of water. Come 
 now, for what and whom?" He drew her arm 
 through his with the grace that would become a 
 courtier, and which was always natural to Governor
 
 26 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Randall in his kindly moods. " For whom and for 
 what have I been making millions on millions?" 
 Dorothea blushed under the strange tenderness in his 
 
 % 
 
 gaze. This was to her all new and surprising. 
 
 "You gave at that time a hundred thousand dollars 
 to Christian and Sanitary Commissions, the wounded 
 on the field of battle," said Judge Hartley, now fol- 
 lowing the pair with suspicion in every step. 
 
 Governor Randall did not heed the lawyer, but 
 went on meditatively : " Rob looked like me, they 
 say, Miss Mayfield. Oh, let me think think 
 Would have been myself over again. Now, if I 
 could find another Rob, that is, another as near like 
 me, only rather improved on the old pattern, when I 
 was down on Hanover Street ; poor, but with a good 
 education, as I hadn't, a fellow whom money wouldn't 
 spoil ! " 
 
 " I see. You have an adoption in mind," Hartley 
 interrupted. 
 
 " 'Tain't that. It's more selfish. I want Hezekiah 
 Randall over again, living on earth, second growth 
 from the old stump, and getting more enjoyment out 
 of his money." 
 
 "You will have this young person change his 
 name ? " asked the lawyer, persisting. 
 
 " What young person ? " the Governor sharply 
 demanded, turning for the first time to glare at 
 Hartley, though through moist eyes.
 
 TIIEEE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 27 
 
 "Oh, I thought you were prepared to designate 
 your legatee." 
 
 " Look here, Judge," said Governor Randall, 
 shaking a finger of his disengaged hand, " you don't 
 get any name out of me. It's law I want of you. 
 I'll write in the name." Aside he added as if only 
 Dorothea's pretty ear could hear as he bent : " I have 
 not forgot my old friends, Stewart and Tilden, and 
 lots of other dead millionaires." 
 
 " I beg your pardon," was Judge Hartley's obse- 
 quious reply, as he rubbed his square chin. "I think 
 I get your idea. You anticipate, as it were, looking 
 down upon the earth from the windows of heaven, 
 as Elder Pitkin was preaching to us recently in the 
 office. He said, you remember, worthy man, that 
 departed good men looked back to enjoy the virtuous 
 deeds once performed." 
 
 Squire Hartley had been allowed to finish, because 
 Governor Randall had been busy watching Miss 
 Dorothea as she replaced a spray of smilax with a 
 fresli cutting on the youthful colonel's portrait. 
 
 " That's fine. You keep it fresh, I see," remarked 
 the gratified father. 
 
 " Mr. Horicon has just brought it in with the 
 other flowers," replied Dorothea. " You do not, I 
 fear, pay sufficient attention to the bouquet he brings 
 you every morning. He is much more skillful than 
 the old gardener," and she gave the final caress to 
 the festoon with a blush.
 
 28 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " I suppose I don't," Governor Randall answered 
 with a sigh, and turned to encounter the attorney, 
 who was wondering what the girl's sudden blush 
 meant that so enhanced her beauty. Hartley had 
 not been near enough to overhear her soft voice as 
 she spoke of the new gardener. 
 
 " Hullo ! " resumed the master, confronting his man, 
 " what was that you were saying, Hartley, about the 
 Elder's sermon ? " 
 
 " I remarked that you probably dreamed of looking 
 down, after your ascension, on this unmentioned 
 young man, spoken of as your ideal heir, and seeing 
 his happiness with your money," with a square smile. 
 
 " None of your ridicule. I don't know about that 
 future. Perhaps I'd enjoy enough here on earth for 
 a year or two more in knowing I'd got a good heir, 
 thinking of him and watching him with my earthly 
 eyes, if I got him." 
 
 "True, you're good for two years more, I guess; 
 but ahem Governor, why not found the Randall 
 Library ? " 
 
 The two men now returned to the library alone. 
 
 " Why shouldn't I make a real flesh and blood 
 hero, instead of buying a lot of Dickens's and other 
 novelists' paper heroes ? " demanded Randall. 
 
 " How'd the Randall Hospital sound ? "- The 
 lawyer is determined to keep at the making of the 
 will this time.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 29 
 
 "Why not keep at least one fine chap from having 
 broken bones and hurts, and sick days and miseries, 
 him and his pretty wife and babies ? But you know 
 what I have already done for our hospital ? " 
 
 " Certainly, certainly ; but Randall University 
 would sound well." 
 
 " All rich now." 
 
 " How so ? " 
 
 " I know it by the signs. I always know a fellow's 
 getting rich when he talks of being poor and wants 
 big money more. That's the colleges to a dot! " 
 
 Squire Hartley laughed. Was he pleased? One 
 would say that was a genuine laugh at last. 
 
 " But a great university bearing your name! " 
 
 "And bearing me no love, forgetting that I ever 
 lived, in two years a yard full of Sophomores. 
 Brick walls can't love, nor remember, nor feel happy. 
 Brick walls can't be Hezekiah Randall over again." 
 Then, after a turn, the millionaire concluded with, 
 " But I'll toss some college another hundred thousand 
 dollars. I want my man a college educated fellow." 
 
 " The college, the American college," promptly 
 resumed the attorney, who thought he saw his long- 
 expected chance to execute a will of his own draw- 
 ing, in the interest of Judge Hartley & Son, "is a 
 graceful recipient of a departed great man's money. 
 You see, moreover, Governor, that even if you pre- 
 ferred to be forgotten you can scarce take a more
 
 30 NONE SUCH? 
 
 effective way than to give a small sum to a great 
 college. It is a charming oblivion. Just one drop 
 more in a sea, with a farewell mention at their 
 Commencement." 
 
 " How can they forget Randall Hall that I gave 
 them over there ? " sharply demanded the giver, his 
 face changing as with a spasm. 
 
 " It is but one more among ' Smith Hall,' ' Brown' and 
 ' Robinson,' ' Doe,' ' Roe ' and ' Memorial ' Halls, which 
 the boys shout in rival ball games, or the furniture 
 men tag on deliveries of new bedsteads. For instance, 
 ' Andrew Anderson, No. 5 Randall Hall, one broom 
 and a pair of shoes,' if the fellow's credit is good, ' to 
 Room No. 8, Randall/ '' The astute lawyer watched 
 the effect closely as his words worked into the mil- 
 lionaire's soul. So much better to found a new col- 
 lege that is, better for Hartley. 
 
 " You're right, boy," at length the Governor spoke. 
 
 "But what does it matter if forgotten when 
 dead?" 
 
 " I swow, Squire, I hate death ! It's a mean cheat 
 of Nature's." And the Governor seemed to be think- 
 ing aloud rather than addressing his paid adviser. 
 " I never forgive a man for any failure except the 
 dying failure. No man, however smart, can beat 
 death. If I could live, I'd beat the richest man on 
 earth yet. Why can't I live ? I swow, I will ! I 
 will live in some other fellow's young life ! "
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 31 
 
 The reverence and fervor with which the old finan- 
 cier spoke again this strange idea fairly abashed the 
 astute attorney, who leaned back in his chair, ad- 
 justed his spectacles, which he hated to use, and with 
 lower square jaw dropped, exclaimed to himself : 
 " Is he talking to blind me ? Is he crazy ? or is he 
 going to marry ?" But recalling himself quickly to 
 duty, he began to gather up his papers, and said as 
 he rubbed his chin, " I presume you'll build a church, 
 Governor ? " 
 
 " Have I not built one in memory of Anna ? " 
 " Evidently I can't help you yet, Governor." 
 " You can. Answer. It's law, ain't it, that, hav- 
 ing no kin, I can name any one under heavens, and 
 drop these millions on his or her head ? " 
 
 " Without a doubt," said the attorney decisively. 
 " But, Governor, such a peculiar paper, traveling 
 outside lines of kin or usual public bequests, needs 
 time and care. Leave me your memorandum of all 
 you've got." 
 
 " No. Right. I knew I could. Here's the idea. 
 A straight-grained young chap, name blank, to have 
 this house and park, horses, carriages, and all fixings, 
 and the Boston house, and income from the mills and 
 railroads, and all my best securities. He's to be 
 married as soon's he likes anybody. He's to enjoy 
 life and raise up a nice family. But in particular," 
 and the rich man's handsome face shone with the
 
 32 NONE SUCH? 
 
 genius of invention now, " to try and make it his 
 business to make folks happy ; oh, lots and lots of 
 folks happy ! But all this I'll put to him when I 
 find him." 
 
 Governor Randall began again his nervous pace 
 up and down the rooms, leaving the lawyer to 
 himself. 
 
 "Crazy dream !" mused Squire Hartley. " Who's 
 his man? It don't matter though. My son and I 
 will draw the will, and what a man makes he can un- 
 make, eh ? " But the Governor now suddenly stood 
 before him again ; and hence the lawyer spoke out 
 with apparent candor : " All understood. I'll have 
 the document to-morrow morning here, Governor." 
 It seemed time to get away and think, and so the 
 Judge went out. 
 
 " Clarkson, Clarkson ! " called the Governor ; and 
 upon his old friend's prompt entry he exploded : " I 
 hate him ! Stewart used to hate his lawyer. I don't 
 know a rich man but's afraid of his own lawyer. 
 But what's to be done ? He's wound all in and out 
 of my affairs the last five and thirty years, sence I 
 picked him up a penniless pettifogger. By George, 
 Clarkson, a too smart attorney is like an eel in a 
 trundle-bed a cold comfort!" 
 
 John Clarkson only grunted out : " Fergit what's 
 troublin' ye, an' come down an' see my taters. It's 
 a good while you've been gone."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 33 
 
 But at this moment both Dennis and Miss Mayfield 
 entered. Dennis handed a lot of cards to his master, 
 and stood attentive while they were being run over 
 carelessly. 
 
 " No friendship there. All on the make. Send 
 'em off, Dennis. Tell 'em I'm out," was the verdict. 
 
 " But you're in, sirr." 
 
 " Well, out of my head, then." 
 
 " Governor Randall, there's one exception among 
 your morning callers. Excuse me," interrupted Miss 
 Mayfield. " A little old woman who has been here 
 twice lately." 
 
 " Yis, sirr, nate as a pin," added Dennis, "but looks 
 poor as a church mouse. I offered her one o' the 
 silver cart-wheels from the poor-box in the hall last 
 week, and told her to be gone; and she wouldn't take 
 an honest silver dollar. I kin send her to town in 
 the market wagon, sirr." 
 
 " Hush ! " commanded Governor Randall ; then 
 instantly beaming : " Miss Mayfield ? " 
 
 " She is evidently a lady, a retiring little thing, 
 and I cannot help thinking once very beautiful. 
 She says she used to know you years ago. Nellie 
 Barnes." 
 
 " Nellie Barnes? " queried Governor Randall, rub- 
 bing his head, " Nellie Barnes ! " 
 
 " Sartain-ly, Hezekiah ! " exclaimed Clarkson. 
 " Don't you remember Seth Barnes's leetle gal ?
 
 34 NONE SUCH? 
 
 t' uster be swingin' on the paster gate till you'n I 
 kum along t' go cross lots t' school ? " 
 
 Tapping his head in sudden recognition, the Gov- 
 ernor replied : " Bring her in." 
 
 A genteel little body she was indeed, but her 
 weeds rusty, and her straight, frail figure trembling 
 as the millionaire went forward to take her hand. 
 The face had surely once been exceedingly comely. 
 It was still touchingly interesting, bordered with its 
 wealth of snowy white hair. 
 
 " Why, Nellie," softly exclaimed Governor Ran- 
 dall, now taking both her hands. " By George, 
 it's seventy years ! Where've you been all this 
 time?" 
 
 " The usual road of life," answered his visitor 
 shyly. " Some ups and some downs, Mr. Randall. 
 My present name is Holt. Don't you remember 
 Jimmie Holt ? " 
 
 " You don't tell me ? Yes, I remember Jim. 
 Licked him forty times, Clarkson." The Governor 
 turned his head to smile at Clarkson as he said it. 
 
 " Yis, and he licked you forty-one times," protested 
 honest John. 
 
 " But you have been living round here late years 
 and didn't come and see me ? " resumed the Governor 
 with charming sympathy and protest that went far 
 to reassure the widow, as he beamed down into her 
 faded eyes.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 35 
 
 " Well, in Boston. Fact is, I'm very poor, and 
 you"- 
 
 The rich man flung her hands away, yet caught 
 them again at once. " I won't speak to ye ! What, 
 in trouble, and didn't come to Ki Randall ? Get 
 along. Say, where's Jim ? God bless the boy ! " 
 
 " He'n his boy both died together in the army," 
 sighed the poor soul. 
 
 " So'd my boy die there and Anna you re- 
 member my Anna " asked he with faltering voice. 
 " She's gone too." He pulled her towards the pic- 
 ture, saying nothing for a few moments as they stood 
 before the portraits. " Now, Nellie, I alwers remem- 
 ber my old friends, don't I, Clarkson? This is John 
 Clarkson, one of our old gang up there. Yes, dear 
 old folks ! It's the new gang that troubles me." 
 
 " Glad t' see yer, Nellie. Heaven bless ye ! " said 
 Clarkson with a nod that was hearty as a bow, as he 
 shook hands. 
 
 " You are indeed very kind, Governor," resumed 
 Mrs. Holt. '* I called when I was at my wits' end. 
 I'm deservin' a pension, but " 
 
 " Pension ! And the Government won't give it ? 
 I'll be the United States Government for a while."- 
 What power there was in that speech ! " I'll bet a 
 farm Uncle Sam gives to ten thousand less deserving. 
 But you'll suffer no want while I live. That may 
 not be promising much, Madam, but maybe it'll do
 
 36 NONE SUCH? 
 
 in your case, for I guess we'll both finish up about the 
 same time." 
 
 "Oh, sir, Heaven spare you a great many years ! " 
 
 " I'm all right up here," said the host, tapping his 
 head. " It's my legs. And yet I've got money 
 enough t' be carried by other people's hired legs a 
 century, Nellie. Now, you take off your things and 
 stay right here till I can fix this matter up." To be 
 sure. Money can bless as well as curse, can it not? 
 and fix up so very many things. 
 
 " I fear I must, sir. I don't know which way to 
 turn," replied the grateful creature through her 
 quick tears. "How can I ever thank you enough? 
 But I must be given something to do, you know. I 
 wish to earn " 
 
 " There, there," exclaimed the rich man, as he 
 cleared his throat and brought out his handkerchief. 
 " Of course you do. You must earn the precious 
 dollar. Gracious me ! I wish some of the gang 
 round me down town felt so. Earn!" with an in- 
 describable emphasis and almost a return of the im- 
 perious harshness in his voice. "Say, Nellie, old 
 friend, d'ye remember up in the country seeing a 
 hen get a worm?" 
 
 "Sir?" the woman questioned with a startled gaze. 
 
 " Well, old friend, d'ye remember how all the rest 
 of the hens run after her and tried to snatch away 
 that worm ? "
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 37 
 
 "She doesn't understand. You alarm her, Gov- 
 ernor," protested Miss Mayfield with inimitable kind- 
 ness. 
 
 " Oh, not you, not you, widow of Jimmie Holt, a 
 martyr like my son." With deep pathos the rich 
 man hastened to reassure her. "But that's the way 
 all the big fellows and little down town run after a 
 rich man's dollars. But you, God bless ye, you have 
 just a perfect right to my pelf. Jim earned it for ye. 
 Now, Clarkson, you'n she go and take a walk round. 
 Remember she stays here/' 
 
 As the two went out Dennis was heard to say, 
 " Begorra, we'll be hevin' a house full of tramps here 
 soon, reg'lar almshouse with hospital attached." 
 
 " Miss Mayfield, I want to see you alone," said the 
 Governor. " So you are going to quit my service ? " 
 he began abruptly, as soon as the two were alone. 
 
 " Yes, sir ; I have taken the district school this 
 summer," replied Dorothea, standing fully self-pos- 
 sessed but wide awake with curiosity, as she pressed 
 her pretty knuckles on the great table opposite him. 
 i " Like teaching better'n the care of a great house ? 
 Sorry. Been of real comfort to an old gentleman. 
 Don't know what this pack of servants will do with- 
 out you. I can pay you more than any school." 
 
 " How strange this all is ! " Dorothea thought. 
 " He never converses with me." But she was quite 
 self-concealed as she replied, "You have paid me
 
 38 NONE SUCH? 
 
 much more than any school can, dear sir. I wish all 
 men could have seen your heart as we just saw it 
 shown to poor Mrs. Holt." 
 
 " But teaching school is not being out to service, I 
 take it," the man rejoined, ignoring her honest com- 
 pliment, though it was plain to be seen that he felt 
 it, for his handsome features put on a smile, and his 
 eyes fell to a book which he turned end over end 
 on his desk. "Is that the effect of graduating at 
 Vassar?" 
 
 " Sir ! " for that was too familiar and not in good 
 taste. 
 
 " Beg pardon, Miss Mayfield. But honest, now. 
 Your father ought to have died rich instead of fail- 
 ing up." The steel-gray light of the hard man. of 
 business flashed in his eyes as he said this. He 
 seemed to be getting ready to measure wits with her 
 as he did with men in trade. 
 
 " What can this mean ? But I must not forget I 
 am your hired housekeeper till the end of the month," 
 she protested. " Poor, dear papa ! He was your 
 friend, was he not ? What have you to say to me ? 
 Say just that, please, and as you ought only to your 
 dead friend's child." 
 
 " Yes, noble man. Bit off more than he could 
 chew. Wanted to get too rich, and all for you and 
 your mother," said he, ignoring her speech. " You'd 
 grace a fortune, Miss Dorothea, you would," and he
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 39 
 
 searched her for the effect, as he searched all men 
 when pursuing his point relentlessly. 
 
 Dorothea wondered, " Oh, what will the poor old 
 man say next ! Is this what Charley was afraid of ? " 
 She was less alarmed now, because her woman's pity 
 for an old man's suspected folly came to her rescue 
 and forearmed her. 
 
 " Yes, my child. Wealth and your education and 
 good looks would go together finely." 
 
 " Do not forget yourself, Governor Randall," she 
 flashed at him. " Remember, I am hired to stand 
 here, or I shall forget it." How superb she was as 
 she spoke, this penniless girl ! 
 
 " Now, don't foreclose on an old gentleman's speech 
 till you've heard my proposition," he pushed on. 
 " You ought to be the lady of this house " 
 
 " Excuse me, Governor Randall," was the next he 
 got, and she swept out of the room. She thought 
 she had his secret, and she would find Charley Hori- 
 con at once. But had she got his secret? Had she 
 read aright this subtle mind which no one else could 
 ever read ? What ! when Governor Randall may not 
 have known his own mind ? 
 
 Pushing back his chair, falling into a deep study, 
 with the life of Alexander between his hands, the 
 blue eyes searching the floor, the old millionaire 
 talked to the air . " Now, that's the girl. This 
 house, my horses, the carriages ; just think how
 
 40 NONE SUCH? 
 
 handsome she'd be in her landau driving in at the 
 park gates, her pretty children at her side on these 
 lawns, and opening the Boston house I have not 
 lived in for ten years, and then going to Europe 
 with her growing boys ! By George, it warms my 
 old heart ! And to think I have it all in my power 
 to bring about by them millions ! How lovely she 
 is ! How fair is youth ! I swow, there's something 
 about youth fairer'n the loveliest day." And his 
 eyes peered out through the great open windows, 
 across the acres of green lawn and blooming shrub- 
 bery to where the deer were standing amidfield, in 
 the new shade. "Fine old place I've got here at 
 last ! By George, 'tis fine, though ! " he mused. 
 " Cost me three thousand dollars to just cut down 
 that one hill. Everything to make her happy. 
 Children should be playing with those deer, the 
 children whom God gives to the young. A hand- 
 some woman should be queen here, and I suppose a 
 manly young man should be lord here. Now, I can't 
 stop the running of yonder river ; but I can, I swow 
 I can, take up that pretty young creature, and, please 
 God, I can give her all things. Just think of it! 
 All in the power of them fingers," and he curled his 
 fingers with the motion of signing his name on the 
 paper that lay under his hand. Then he touched 
 the electric bell. 
 
 " Dennis, which way where did Miss Mayfield 
 go?"
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 41 
 
 " She's on the tirrace, sirr, with Mr. Horicon." 
 
 "Horicoii? Who's he?" 
 
 "Mr. Charles Horicon, sirr, the new hortagecul- 
 turist, your Excilliiicy." 
 
 Stepping toward the window with a smile on his 
 face, the Governor asked : " The what? Oh, yes! my 
 new flower man, head farmer, etc. Never saw him 
 myself yet, though he's been here the three months 
 since I sailed for London. What did Henderson 
 & Co. say about him ? " mused the Governor, con- 
 sulting a huge pocketbook full of letters. " Charles 
 Horicon, aged twenty-six, been a sailor boy, graduate 
 of Aniherst, also agricultural department and en- 
 gineering department of Massachusetts Institute of 
 Technology, Methodist minister's son, comes from 
 Chesterboro, that's the next town here, bright, 
 genuine lover of nature, landscape gardening, bids 
 fair to be best authority on roses in this country, 
 genius for civil engineering. Hem, hey ! Dennis ! " 
 
 "Yis, sirr." > 
 
 " You say Miss Mayfield and this young Horicon 
 are friends ? " 
 
 " Hand in glove, Guv'nor." 
 
 The Governor gave a low, prolonged whistle. He 
 promptly set his thoughts to work. He sat long 
 turning the volume of Alexander's life end over 
 end. Then the great clock struck again. 
 
 "Yes, indeed, I should say so, pretty late for a
 
 42 NONE SUCH? 
 
 busy man, even on his birthday. I say, Dennis, 
 where's John Clarkson ? Happy's a lord, hoeing 
 them taters, I suppose. Got tired of waiting for 
 my play hour. Well, I've got some taters to hoe. 
 Telephone, order my car and engine ready at eleven 
 o'clock. Gentlemen waiting? Invite them in." 
 "Which ones, yer Honor? Room full." 
 " Can't see but one or two of them. Tell them to 
 come to my office some time. Clear them out. All 
 except Dr. Bland. I did promise to see this old 
 bore," reading the card^iloud, "President of Alexan- 
 der College, and," still reading from his handful of 
 cards, " Rev. Mr. Oxford," wearily. " Show 'em in. 
 I always keep my word if I die for't. Then I'll go 
 out and see this young Horicon and Dorothea on the 
 terrace." This last he shouted out as he disap- 
 peared for a moment, bounding up the stairs like a 
 boy towards his sleeping-room. 
 
 The king, the beggar, and the millionaire, they 
 alone have supreme privilege of impudence. It is 
 sure to be forgiven except by another king, or a 
 pal beggar, or a competing millionaire. These may 
 resent, but all others must forgive.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 43 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 " A LAVISHMENT of almost barbaric splendors 
 shines around this successful logging king." 
 
 The speaker did not content himself with the con- 
 fines of the cozy little reception-room into which he 
 had been ushered by Dennis. He paced on and up 
 and down the great parlors, and through into the 
 library, that home-office and workshop of Governor 
 Randall. He carried his silk hat behind him, gen- 
 teel Ambrose Augustine Bland, LL.D., DD., Presi- 
 dent of Alexander College. 
 
 " Hardly barbaric, Mr. President," objected the 
 Rev. Dr. Oxford. "Exquisite vases here. These 
 furnishings, paintings, marbles ! " And this gentle- 
 man also began the grand tour of at least the par- 
 lors. "I've seen no royal estate in Europe more 
 nobly laid out than his park." The visitor paused 
 before the great windows. " What's he call it ? 
 Glen Theron ? " 
 
 " Which, being interpreted, is the Hunter's Glen," 
 explained Dr. Bland. " Fortune hunters ? " with a 
 dignified smile. " Oh, money makes the mare go, 
 gentlemen : pays artist, gardener, and some poet to 
 name your broad acres." There was an unmistak-
 
 44 NONE SUCH? 
 
 able accent of bitterness in the tone. And why 
 not? 
 
 Here was a gentleman and the group of four 
 presented no exception, as the others sat about the 
 apartments gazing out on the ravishing landscape, 
 the parterre of flowers, the fountains that softly 
 splashed in the flooding sunshine, or stood studying 
 the volumes of disused books in tier on tier of 
 shelves a gentleman, Mr. Rev. Ambrose Augus- 
 tine Bland, LL.D., DD., who had given up all his 
 life generously to try to do good to the world. His 
 fitness for service was his great learning, his fine 
 taste, his exquisite sensibilities, his poetic nature, 
 and his goodness of heart. Now, here is one man, 
 my readers, who could enjoy all this sumptuous 
 establishment. Every line of history, every achieve- 
 ment of art, whose ripe fruit the millionaire had 
 bought and brought together here in this wonder of 
 architecture and landscape, this man knew. Yet no 
 such estate could he ever hope to claim as his own, 
 or enjoy except as he looked over the rich man's 
 wall, or entered his mansion, as now, on some errand 
 or invitation. The wonder is that the bitterness did 
 not manifest itself more unmistakably, except when 
 you remember the restraints of good breeding, 
 "plain feeding and high thinking," which minister 
 self-control. 
 
 "You are refreshingly outspoken, Doctor," ex-
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 45 
 
 claimed Professor Silverthorn, librarian at Alexander 
 and curator of certain hundreds of thousands of vol- 
 umes, a young man with dark long hair and fine eyes, 
 now that he takes off his spectacles, cleaning the 
 glasses with his handkerchief. " It is to be hoped 
 the walls have no ears." 
 
 "Such men have their uses," continued Bland, still 
 weighing Randall's. " They are the draft-horses of 
 the world." 
 
 " They have no fine feelings," explained Mr. Galen 
 Wilson, M.D., who affected liberal culture, but really 
 was best known to the world as authority on bones. 
 It was by bones that he had made his fortune ; and a 
 fortune he had made, this sandy-haired little doctor. 
 Broken bones, if you please. He was consulting phy- 
 sician to the great Transcontinental Railroad system, 
 of which Governor Randall was main owner. 
 
 " Look here, young man," protested Silverthorn, 
 " that is hardly generous coming from a fellow who 
 has made many a fifty dollars testifying ten minutes 
 in court for these same draft-horses." 
 
 " Well, I mean that by the time a rich money-getter 
 is fifty his nerves are ossified, you know. He may 
 have had feelings once ; but you can't carry feelings 
 into markets, don't you know? The backbone, that 
 is what tells there. Now, our excellent friend, the 
 Governor, I know him. His marrow's all dried out. 
 What's he living for, anyway, but to compare an 
 adjective rich, richer ? "
 
 46 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " But he's a bright old man," urged Dr. Oxford. 
 
 " Granted," replied Dr. Bland. " A certain rugged, 
 native talent for making money, a gift of nature. 
 But soon forgotten amid the world's great construc- 
 tional, philosophic developmental forces amid the 
 ethical, ethnic, aesthetic impulses, or spiritual work- 
 ings of mankind, such a man is of no account except 
 for his money." 
 
 " Heigh ho ! " yawned the Rev. Dr. Oxford, sink- 
 ing into a great chair, " I wonder how long he keeps 
 us waiting. Perhaps he's not living ! " 
 
 "Who'll say? I execrate this dancing attendance 
 on my lords." Good Dr. Bland spoke with the bit- 
 terness undisguised, now that he had finished his 
 round of viewing enviable splendors. 
 
 " But philosophy must pay that penalty, as Ju- 
 venal says " 
 
 " Spare us, Oxford," protested Silverthorn. " We 
 are out of school. What do you say of our chances 
 with him? Are we agreed that I propose Randall 
 Library ? " 
 
 " What odds to so old a man, anyway, where his 
 money goes ? " yawned Oxford with upward glances. 
 " Heaven is soon to call him home." Thrumming 1 on 
 
 O 
 
 his hat and still gazing about. "If now," beginning 
 to preach and gesture with hat and hand, "he could 
 renew his youth like that picture, which I presume 
 represents his Excellency in his youth, if a miracle
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 47 
 
 could come to pass, then let him marry a young 
 wife"- 
 
 " Which I hear he may do ! " It was a dry bomb 
 from the physician. 
 
 " What ! Shades of Pluto ! " exclaimed Oxford 
 aloud, and Bland looked aghast. Then after an op- 
 pressive silence the president groaned, " There's no 
 fool like an old fool ! " 
 
 " Yes, such is the suspicion once communicated to 
 me by our learned friend, the attorney," mused Sil- 
 verthorn, his face broadening with a mocking smile. 
 
 " Tell me, Doctor," asked Oxford of President 
 Bland, " is Judge Hartley really a friend of letters 
 and liberal learning, and on our side ? Or is he 
 playing a shrewd game for Hartley & Son ? Who 
 shall say ? He wants to be elected one of our trustees. 
 Ah, here comes the millionaire. Now to tickle his 
 best vanity." 
 
 At this moment the aged rich man burst noisily 
 into the rooms, followed by young Charles Horicon, 
 his head gardener, and Miss Mayfield. He strode 
 across the great library, flung the portieres aside like 
 old rags, so eager was he, and grasping the glazed 
 doors of the conservatory beyond, threw them open 
 with a bang. 
 
 The long conservatory benches were not yet empty 
 of palms and exotic ferns which could scarcely en- 
 dure the outer air so early in the summer. The effect
 
 48 NONE SUCH? 
 
 of the vista was superb. Nothing could excell that 
 far glimpse of blue sleeping mountains beyond the 
 silver river, set in this framework of Oriental beau- 
 ties. In the foreground, marble balustrades, shining 
 steps of spotless white, with vases and statues and 
 fountains placed about the lawns in every grace of 
 bronze and stone. 
 
 " My lad," fairly shouted the workhorse Randall 
 in glee, slapping the gardener on his shoulders, 
 " here's my idea. Cut them elms. Then grade off. 
 How Mt. Kearsarge Avould show off there ! hey ? " 
 Slapping Horicon on his back this time, this dray- 
 horse with no sentiment, gentlemen. 
 
 From Bland to Oxford, and from Silverthorn to 
 Wilson, the electric shock ran round, as they got 
 themselves into line and took the view, though un- 
 invited to do so. But Dr. Bland was not thereby 
 blinded to his errand. He took in the view and also 
 the young fellow, Horicon. The youth impressed 
 him most, for he was there on business ; and he 
 soon whispered to Oxford, 
 
 " What ! His son ? Perfect image of the Gov- 
 ernor as he must have been, say, about twenty-five 
 years old," pointing to Horicon apprehensively. 
 " We always understood Randall was childless." 
 
 " Good-morning, gentlemen. Seats. Excuse me," 
 Governor Randall flung out, for the first time noticing 
 his visitors. " Now, Miss Dorothea, step right here.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 49 
 
 'Twas your own remark that gave me the idea. You 
 explain." He seemed to want to draw her into the 
 plan more intimately. 
 
 " I think I catch your idea, Governor, and Miss 
 Mayfield will point out the study," said Mr. Horicon. 
 
 " From the balcony above is better still, Governor," 
 remarked Miss Mayfield. 
 
 Regarding his rough boots, Horicon protested : " Let 
 me put off these soiled boots. I will join Miss May- 
 field in the vestibule." 
 
 A closer look at this Horicon, reader. And yet, 
 though not your first view of him, you regard him 
 sharply, no doubt. You note his magnificent shoul- 
 ders and chest, counterpart of Governor Randall, 
 except filled out with the symmetry of youth. His 
 strength is everywhere upon him as he moves, in 
 arm, limb, foot, and neck. So you might have re- 
 placed the Governor's nervous energy everywhere on 
 his old frame with the strength of years gone by and 
 it would have fitted. You might, if you could have 
 performed a miracle and blotted out fifty years. You 
 note the head with the wealth of raven black curls. 
 The Governor's curls are bleached, the only differ- 
 ence. The Horicon eye is black like Col. Robert's 
 in the picture. These are "Anna's eyes." The 
 Governor's are blue, a strange anomaly, it must have 
 been, with the raven black curls of his youth. 
 Charles Horicon has a gentler face than the Gov-
 
 50 NONE SUCU? 
 
 ernor. So had Col. Robert in the portrait. This Hor- 
 icon looks as merciful as he is strong and brave. The 
 tone of his voice is rich, and his diction correct and 
 cultured, this school-bred farmer and engineer gone 
 out to cast off his big boots. 
 
 " Bland, ho\v are ye ? " exclaimed the Governor 
 to the college president. " Miss Mayfield, daugh- 
 ter of my old bookkeeper; and Dorothea, this is 
 Rev. Dr. Ox Ox hang it, 1 forget names, by 
 George ! " 
 
 Stepping forward and obsequiously bowing, Dr. 
 Wilson volunteered : " Ha, ha, Governor. It is not 
 to be wondered at that, with your vast affairs, differ- 
 entiating and bifurcating and articulating so widely, 
 you should drop a name into that great sea of oblivion 
 which finally ingulfs all human titles, when bones 
 return to dust again." Adjusting his spectacles, the 
 bone specialist took a look at Dorothea. " Allow 
 me, Miss Mayfield Dr. Oxford, President of Board 
 of Trustees of Alexander College. Some 'day we 
 hope to equal Oxford a family name, you see by 
 the great Governor's munificence. Yes, yes." Then 
 chasing off after the librarian, he whispered, " A 
 Juno, Silverthorn ! Let me present you." 
 
 "Hey? Don't be too sure," Governor Randall 
 flung after him. " I don't agree to make another 
 Oxford over here." 
 
 "Ha, ha, Governor! we have only six millions.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 51 
 
 You will double it, to the felicity of thrice six millions 
 unborn American youth," said President Bland. 
 
 At the same time Prof. Silverthorn and the physi- 
 cian drifted within whispering distance of each other; 
 the former said under voice, " You and the lawyer are 
 right : she's captured him." To which Dr. Wilson 
 smiled his sapient and mysterious assent. 
 
 Dorothea acknowledged the introductions as gra- 
 ciously as she might if she had been mistress of the 
 house, and then withdrew. 
 
 " A vision from Raphael's canvas, Randall ! A 
 kinswoman ? " asked Dr. Bland. 
 
 " Hey ? " replied the Governor, decidedly resent- 
 ing the reference to Dorothea. " I've ordered the 
 car for eleven o'clock. Fifteen minutes, gentlemen," 
 consulting his watch, u and we should leave here. 
 What can I do for you ? " 
 
 " Hear this money-god, who can't spell Aristotle," 
 sneered Dr. Wilson to the ^scholarly librarian, under 
 voice again. 
 
 " Yes, yes," replied Dr. Bland, following the Gov- 
 ernor about obsequiously. " Judge Hartley tele- 
 graphed us that you would see us this " 
 
 " I'll leave your college fifty thousand dollars. 
 Come now, let's get away. Ride in my car ? " said 
 Randall, moving away from his desk as he shut it 
 with a bang. 
 
 " But, sir, fifty thousand dollars is, to be sure, a good
 
 52 NONE SUCH? 
 
 sum of money ; yes, yes, a very great sum of money in 
 the eyes of poor literati," expostulated the President 
 of Alexander College. 
 
 " Yet not a mosquito bite to what you hoped for. 
 'Tain't much. I know that. Didn't intend to give 
 ye much," said Randall with a smile of exasperating 
 insolence. 
 
 " Of course, you know Alexander's poverty," per- 
 sisted the hardened scholar. " We are hampered with 
 only six millions, perishing as it were. The cause of 
 liberal learning languishes. The Republic is imper- 
 iled, sir, for the want of a new chair of aboriginal 
 languages. The tongues of the Aztec, of the Iro- 
 quois, of the Algonquin, languish." 
 
 " Tongue of the Algonquin languishin' ? Gra- 
 cious, you can't have visited the Club lately. Come 
 on. Here's my carriage." 
 
 " Certainly, yes. You will have your little jest at 
 the expense of us poor men of the cloister," said the 
 president fawningly. " But may we not hope for a 
 further interview soon? " The tone, the whole atti- 
 tude, of the man was almost pitiable now, pursuing 
 his noble errand. 
 
 " Jammed chock o' block with work for a month to 
 come." 
 
 " Yes, exactly. But you will attend Commence- 
 ment? "the scholar pleaded, though his changeless 
 smile was now quite constrained. " The President 
 of the United States will be there."
 
 THERE WILL YET HE THOUSANDS. 53 
 
 " Have you snared Grover ? Cleveland is shrewd. 
 So the President will grace your occasion." 
 
 "Yes, sir; and we would like to honor ourselves 
 by giving you the title of LL.D." 
 
 " Let's see, how many of them things have I got 
 now ? They cost like thunder, though. Me, old 
 woodchopper ? You want to decorate me ? " 
 
 " You are a very powerful citizen, an ex-governor," 
 resumed Dr. Bland, taking courage at once and bright- 
 ening up the worn smile instantly, that smile so often 
 of service on like occasions in the last ten presiden- 
 tial years. 
 
 " Well, now, I've used what brains I had, and I've 
 an idea I've educated myself rubbing against men as 
 much as you gentlemen in rubbing against books. 
 Why, yes, I'll be there and sit with Cleveland if I 
 don't have to go to Chicago about a deal in shingles. 
 My men are cornering shingles just now. Come on." 
 
 " Thank you, thank you," they all exclaimed in 
 chorus, gathering near. " Our visit has not therefore 
 been altogether without some usufruct." 
 
 They stood around him, all of lesser stature, and 
 that always puts a petitioner at a great disadvantage. 
 To look up to the rich man, majestic, keen-eyed, in- 
 telligent to the last degree, and able to rend men as 
 only a business man of vast affairs can ; to realize that 
 in his hands was power on which learning must de- 
 pend even for bread and butter, yet to be themselves
 
 54 NONE SUCH? 
 
 conscious of learning in every branch where he was 
 as a mere child ; themselves knowing historians, poets, 
 soldiers, all the great actors on the world's stage of 
 the great Yesterday as he only knew men of To-day. 
 That was the sensation. They baited him again, as 
 they thought they saw him hesitate, about to bite. 
 
 But the blue-eyed millionaire was in New York, did 
 they only know it, in Philadelphia, in Texas, so far as 
 his thought was concerned. At that precise moment 
 that he seemed to listen, and was therefore courteous 
 and apparently considerate of the degree, he was, in 
 fact, wrestling mentally with certain giants on ex- 
 changes miles away, modern Caesars at modern Phar- 
 salias and Rubicons. There was not a master mind in 
 all the Republic among men of affairs that he did not 
 know, and with whom he might not be crossing swords 
 within a week. 
 
 But they were all waiting so deferentially, and the 
 silence itself recalled him from out of windows and 
 from Philadelphia and from Chicago. 
 
 " And as to the degree ; " the Rev. Dr. Oxford said 
 it, coming up behind and putting his arm through 
 Randall's. 
 
 " Oh, yes," said the millionaire, disengaging him- 
 self, and lighting a fresh cigar, while lie offered the 
 same to others. Dr. Bland accepted. Dr. Oxford 
 bowed dissent. " LL.D., Doctor of Laws. Hm ! 
 I keep 'em in stock, by George ! I don't know as I
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 55 
 
 ever had any of your make. How do you sell, eh ? 
 They come high, but we must have them." 
 
 Governor Randall, no doubt, rather enjoyed tanta- 
 lizing these educated men, whose real estimate of 
 himself, by the way, none was quicker to read than 
 he. 
 
 " But but, Governor Randall," pleaded Dr. Bland, 
 buttonholing his victim, " think how poor we are 
 over the river here ! " 
 
 " Poor ! " burst out the Governor. " Why, man 
 alive, if you will pardon a plain-spoken business man 
 like myself, as a business investment your university 
 has too much money to be vigorous. You are like 
 one of my saw-mills up in Maine at the time of the 
 spring freshets. The water sets back, as we say, and 
 floods the wheel till it cannot turn. You don't show 
 results. You are filling up your chairs with a lot of 
 dreamers who try to make themselves think they are 
 doing something by dreaming new dreams. Where's 
 your grist of capable young American chaps who do 
 something after they leave you? " 
 
 "Sir! Most excellent sir! " protested Dr. Bland. 
 
 " Oh, I know you have sent out some men with the 
 get-there in them. But I assert that the number 
 does not bear the right percentage on the money 
 piled up. We business men begin to see it. We 
 can't use your product." 
 
 "Why, then, do so many clear-headed men leave us
 
 56 NONE SUCH? 
 
 their dying bequests ? " asked Dr. Bland, who alone 
 seemed to have the courage to face the torrent of 
 excited upbraiding he had himself provoked. 
 
 " Why? Because there are thousands of men who 
 hang on and hang on and hang on " the tall form of 
 the Governor bowed itself as he emphasized each 
 word "to their dollars as long as they can hang on 
 to their breath. Then the doctor, here, tells them 
 they must die, and they toss the money to you. 
 Why? Because they have spendthrift sons, or be- 
 cause they think you'll honor their memory, which 
 you don't care a rap for after you have emptied 
 their box. Oh, now, that's all right. Don't protest. 
 It is so. Give me the names, now, quick, just as I 
 can give the names of my largest stockholders, 
 of the men and women who have each dropped a 
 hundred thousand dollars or over into your box in 
 the last ten years. You can't do it without referring 
 to your treasurer, by George ! " 
 
 " We are glad to hear your views, the views of a 
 practical man," began Dr. Oxford. 
 
 " No, you are not ; pardon me. My views will not 
 have the slightest weight with you, except I make 
 them a condition of gift to you." 
 
 " We surely want to do good work," put in Dr. 
 Bland. 
 
 "Now, say, do you?" demanded the Governor. 
 " Do you really seek to make human happiness in 
 this sad old world ? Or is it science rather ? "
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 57 
 
 " Happiness is not the proper end of life ! " the 
 clergyman began to argue. But the millionaire shut 
 him off with, 
 
 " I vow it is ! I am coming to believe that to 
 be, and to help others to be, happy here mark 
 you, I am speaking of happiness, not mere fun, but 
 real, rational, well-being, comfort, and the enjoy- 
 ment of this life, the only life given us yet, is the 
 true aim of life. I've missed it by indirect activities, 
 all devoted to the means but never applied to the 
 end. And I'm free to say I think lots of you theo- 
 rists are doing the same. There are benevolent 
 machines, that is, institutions and associations of one 
 kind arid another, enormously endowed, which fail to 
 do two things. You don't prevent suffering, you 
 don't spread gladness to the degree of a fair per cent 
 on your investment. I am coming to believe in the 
 individual more than in a system or an organization." 
 
 " We must work by machinery, as you denominate 
 it, in making humanity happy," argued Dr. Bland. 
 
 "No, sir," replied the Governor; "at least not as 
 the most of us do. It is one by one, coming near to 
 each young chap by himself and setting him up if he 
 is worth it, letting him know you and touch hands 
 with you. By George, we can't grind out men from 
 a machine like railroad spikes in one of my rolling- 
 mills. But that's what you do in your big college 
 machine. Do you know the boys? Do the boys
 
 58 NONE SUCH? 
 
 love you ? They are afraid of you. All you do is 
 to send 'em out with your brand on 'em." 
 
 "What what would you suggest, Governor?" 
 begged Dr. Bland. 
 
 "I don't know myself. I'm all at sea. I've got 
 some money to do good with, but I'm trying to think 
 it out. Now I've got to go. 
 
 " Here they are, the horses. Come, gentlemen, take 
 you back to Boston in my car. Get right in the 
 open carriage," continued he. " I'm going across the 
 lawn to speak to John Clarkson a minute. I shall 
 follow you with my mare there in the buggy," and 
 he had left them before they knew it. 
 
 There was nothing else to do but make the best of 
 it. Hats replaced, gloves drawn on, the party of the 
 educated stood in the golden sunlight on the marble 
 steps, soon to enter the carriage. 
 
 "We walked up, poor gentlemen," was the libra- 
 rian's facetious comment, as he put foot to step. 
 " The ride back is at least so much gain," and he 
 dropped on the leather cushions with a philosophic 
 sigh that had a dash of Socratic derision in it. 
 
 "I feel as though I had been kicked!" groaned 
 the Rev. Dr. Oxford. 
 
 "But if we get the millions, no matter," responded 
 
 Dr. Bland, who was a veteran at this business of 
 
 money raising. " At a million dollars a kick I think 
 
 ' I'd be willing to stand behind an army mule." They
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 59 
 
 let themselves quite down, you see, being human and 
 having been knocked down. 
 
 As the vehicle slowly ground the gravel beneath 
 its heavy shining wheels, Clarkson and Randall were 
 seen crossing the lawn arm in arm, Clarkson eager 
 and happy, saying loud enough to be overheard, 
 " Ready, eh ? You'll enjoy your birthday more 
 lookin' at them cowcumbers." 
 
 "Your cowcumbers?-" protested Randall. "Hon- 
 est old friend, I'd forgotten my birthday and you 
 already. The Lord forgive me, but I've got to meet 
 them New York fellows about the Transcontinental. 
 Oh, it's toil and grind and seek to find with me all 
 the time. Good-by, you're far happier than I, you 
 with nothing. New York's my cowcumber just now. 
 Be a good boy while I'm gone. Blessed be nothing." 
 
 Randall bounded into his spider's web buggy whose 
 maroon-colored running gear, polished ebony box with 
 seat for only one, seemed to contrast perfectly with 
 the dapple-gray of the big mettlesome roadster. The 
 groom sprang aside. There was a shower of gravel 
 from the heels of the plunging gray, and away like 
 the wind " the old boy " went. 
 
 " Geewhitaker ! " growled John Clarkson, with 
 worshipful gaze. " He's younger'n any on 'em now. 
 Don't the mare dust, though, now?" 
 
 "Hi, Fan, now go!" It was a joyous but de- 
 cidedly horsey shout that rung from the aged rich
 
 60 NONE SUCH? 
 
 man's lips, as his steed dashed past the lumbering 
 elegance of a vehicle which he had provided for his 
 guests. " Now take the road, will ye ? " he shouted 
 to the mare. There was a clear two miles of the 
 finest road in the world, straight as an arrow along 
 the flowering borders of Glen Theron Park, and 
 beneath the flecking light that fell through the 
 maples in young leaf. This stretch of drive alone 
 had cost Governor Randall thousands of dollars. 
 
 " It's straight like me," he used to say. " By 
 George ! thefe landscape fellows can have their ser- 
 pentine ways about the park elsewhere, but between 
 me'n the office I'm going to have one straight racing 
 ground to get there." Happy ? Perfectly for the 
 time, he was. It was the burdened man's only 
 recreation. 
 
 " Hi, ho, git there Ah, now yer down to work ! " 
 he shouted. His fine features illuminated, his old 
 heart beating high, his long, sinewy arms extended, 
 how gleeful he looked ! Gardeners, plowboys, and 
 neighbors, who liked him though they disliked him, 
 used to stop and gaze at him morning by morning as 
 he flew along. They were glad to see him home 
 again. 
 
 " Ther's suthin' good 'bout any feller who loves a 
 good hoss," was the way John Clarkson sententiously 
 worded the neighborhood sentiment. 
 
 The motion, the speed, the springing roadbed
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 61 
 
 under the spider's web wheels, the gossamer harness 
 fitting like a dress suit about the swelling neck of 
 the mare, the glimpse of sparkling lakelets along the 
 grounds, the breath of the morning loaded with per- 
 fumed life, the flight of startled game from cover, 
 the bound of deer in rivalry, and, most of all, the 
 sense of freedom from all men's " cackling voices," 
 filled the old man's heart with joy. 
 
 " I guess the college men suppose I'm a crazy 
 loon," chuckled Governor Randall to himself, at 
 thought of his guests rumbling after. " They don't 
 like me ; they think I don't read 'em. By George, 
 there's nothing covered that shall not be revealed ! 
 I know 'em. Good men, self-sacrificing men, mean 
 to do well by the world. But I'd ruther chop cord- 
 wood than to have that begging task they must keep 
 to. 'Tain't begging neither ; it's all right. Got to 
 have such men. Somebody's got to corkscrew rich 
 old money-getters like me. But, confound it, why 
 don't they speak right out and say : ' Randall, you're 
 going to die sometime and leave all this stuff. What 
 are you going to do with it ? Give it to make boys 
 and girls happy.' I swow, Dorothea Mayfield, that's 
 what you would say. And I'm going to do it. This 
 young Horicon now ! Looks so like my Rob. I won- 
 der if he's in my way. Whoa, there, now slow down, 
 mare. Well done." And he caught sight in the 
 distance of the city and his pile of office buildings
 
 62 NONE sucn? 
 
 looming over the roofs, with sobering effect upon 
 him. 
 
 The landau load of learned gentlemen had its com- 
 ments, we may be sure also, as it was bowled along 
 the drive. 
 
 " Why so glum ? " asked the president, clapping 
 his umbrella smartly across the knees of his younger 
 associate, Silverthorn. " You would never do for a 
 money-gatherer, I fear." 
 
 " I say, let the pretty schoolmarm or housekeeper 
 have him and his money," responded the librarian. 
 " You fellows are on the wrong track." 
 
 " Oh, I don't know about that," protested Dr. 
 Oxford, leaning forward and ready for argument. 
 "There's that } r oung gardener in the case now. 
 Fine looking chap. I saw love in their eyes if I'm 
 not mistaken. What do you say, Wilson ? Diagnose 
 the case." 
 
 " There's another young man yet," replied the 
 physician to the Transcontinental and trustee of 
 Alexander College, lapsing into his favorite air of 
 exasperating mystery, ki a youth you have none of 
 you seen yet. I consider him the danger that is, 
 with his father as ally." 
 
 " His father ? " some one asked it, and all looked it. 
 
 " Yes, Squire Hartley's son." 
 
 This was news indeed, and grave men considered 
 it with due gravity in silence for some seconds.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 63 
 
 Money-gathering is serious and diplomatic business. 
 Everything is to be taken into consideration. A 
 college and a young girl or a young man may be in 
 competition. They often are. Sometimes it is the 
 feeble and inexplicable existence of a pretty little 
 babe which stands in the way of a great institution, 
 a waiting residuary legatee. 
 
 " Do you know, gentlemen," at length the Profes- 
 sor remarked, " I don't like this business. If a college 
 or a church or a hospital or a park or a library is 
 wanted, why should not the money to support it be 
 forthcoming as naturally as money for bread or a 
 railroad? For my part I'll do no more of this work. 
 It is unmanly. I feel as mean as mean well, 
 when I look back on this, my first interview of the 
 kind with one of our lords, the millionaires, I say, 
 they can go to Timbuctoo for all me hereafter." 
 
 Both the older men smiled wearily ; and good Dr. 
 Bland breathed out on the summer air : " Men do not 
 know, unfortunately, what they ought to want, of 
 course, and, of course, what they ought to freely pay 
 for. It is hard to do men good ; but they will, as a 
 rule, pay you well for doing them harm. All good 
 things have to be forced down the throats of people." 
 
 " And for that matter we are not humiliated at 
 all," added Dr. Oxford, swelling out as he put up 
 his silver-handled umbrella, and held it against the 
 sun in a hand that wore an exquisite glove to protect
 
 64 NONE SUCH? 
 
 its whiteness. " I at least don't allow myself to 
 feel so. Suppose Bland and I had gone into law or 
 even business. Would we be dancing attendance on 
 any man's gifts to-day ? " 
 
 " The thing I most dislike is is " 
 
 " The flattery, my good doctor," heartily exclaimed 
 the librarian. " We all know you to be pure at heart, 
 and I believe you fear God alone, and cringe only 
 before a sin. But, Doctor, if any one of the thou- 
 sand boys at college chapel who reverence you could 
 have seen you to-day, bowing and scraping, and dis- 
 tilling honeyed words for the ear of that old wood- 
 chopper, would they have known you ? " 
 
 The doctor of bones and the other doctor of divin- 
 ity laughed aloud, while President Bland blushed. 
 Oxford helped out his friend and classmate by re- 
 marking : " Professor, you are young. Wait till you 
 have built seven churches and begged more than a 
 million dollars for causes that men ought to have 
 begged the privilege of supporting on God's footstool. 
 You'll get hardened." 
 
 " No, I never will ! All the colleges, hospitals, 
 churches, and missionary societies of earth may 
 perish first ! And I am not going to fight this young 
 girl's chance." 
 
 " What do you mean ? " 
 
 " That the Governor wants to buy her for a wife, 
 and she will sell."
 
 THERE WILL YET EE THOUSANDS. 65 
 
 " Horrible language ! " 
 
 o o 
 
 " Then apply it to yourselves. You sold your- 
 selves, and offered other wares to boot, if the old 
 man wanted them." 
 
 The youthful professor was too high-spirited. The 
 Board of Trustees may hear of this at the next Com- 
 mencement. Then the Professor may have to take 
 his vast erudition to the market-place. To the mar- 
 ket-place? Of what value is the reading of all the 
 best books in the world for market-place results? 
 Governor Randall never read twenty books. But 
 Randall had it, that rare thing, the birth gift, the 
 money-making gift. 
 
 " So you think the Governor will win against both 
 young men, Horicon and Hartley, Jr. ? " queried Dr. 
 Wilson with a blinking, mysterious gaze. 
 
 " Yes; such is the heart of woman," replied Silver- 
 thorn. 
 
 " Oh, ho, you recluse bachelor! " groaned Dr. Bland. 
 
 " Well, you see she will outlive him. She will be 
 very rich. Then later on she can choose again, for 
 love next time," explained the professor-librarian. 
 
 " Choose which, Hartley or Horicon ? " asked the 
 physician. 
 
 " I have never seen Hartley. This Horicon is no 
 ordinary man. The fellow has brains, heart, and 
 vim." 
 
 "And for that reason would never take the cast-
 
 66 NONE SUCH? 
 
 off wares of the richest man in the world," explained 
 Dr. Wilson. " I'm free to say I think such scruples 
 foolish in this world of dollars. I would willingly 
 wait for the handsome widow, that is, supposing 
 there was no Mrs. Wilson waiting for me this mo- 
 ment, and keeping my office hours while I'm off here 
 fooling with you dignitaries." 
 
 "But you haven't told us anything about this 
 young private secretary to the Governor, Squire 
 Hartley's only son," said Dr. Oxford, with an eye 
 to return to business. " I think I've seen him about 
 town occasionally." 
 
 "It's a curious mix-up," the physician resumed, 
 " and all in the family, so that perhaps as I am in the 
 family too, I mean the corporations, perhaps I ought 
 not to speak of it. I only do it in the interest of 
 Alexander College. But the young secretary is in 
 love on his own account." 
 
 " Yes, with Miss Mayfield, you mean ? " asked 
 Dr. Oxford. 
 
 "No." 
 
 " No ? Well, then, that eliminates one, fortunately, 
 from our problem," replied Dr. Bland, his face lights 
 ing up. 
 
 " Not exactly," was Dr. Wilson's rejoinder. " His 
 father, our attorney, proposes to make the match for 
 his son, whether or no." 
 
 " Well, but he's in doubt. You see, if Governor
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 67 
 
 Randall obeys Hartley exactly, just precisely as the 
 old Judge has wrought it out, he will make a chari- 
 table will. Hartley & Son, executors. Another case 
 like that of a distinguished merchant in New York," 
 was soon explained. 
 
 " Yes, I see, I see," sighed the president. 
 
 " And in that case the boy may have his choice 
 and marry the girl he has chosen. For he will be 
 very rich. See ? That is, Hartley & Son will be 
 rich," said the surgeon. 
 
 " She is a poor girl, then, the same as Miss May- 
 field? " asked Dr. Oxford, really interested in the 
 romance for itself, as pastors learn often to be in 
 the kindness and quickness of their sensibilities. 
 
 " On the contrary, she is not poor now. But she 
 is not very rich, not very. She is the daughter of 
 one of our directors, a Mr. Sampson, worth, perhaps, 
 a million only." 
 
 " Only ! Hear him, this sawbones who rubs against 
 rich people so much that he acquires their lingo," 
 laughed the librarian, disposed to shock all hands 
 still more. 
 
 "But there are other objections to Miss Hennie 
 Sampson, a charming girl, by the way. She is very 
 religious, seriously, truly, philosophically religious, 
 as all our circle do know," said the physician. 
 
 " And that's an objection ? " asked the good clergy- 
 man, sincere amazement sounding in his rising inflec-
 
 68 NONE SUCH? 
 
 tion, with which his gray, bushy eyebrows sym- 
 pathized. 
 
 " You don't know, then," said the physician with 
 a quizzing side look, " that Squire Hartley is what 
 you call an infidel. His god is a dollar." 
 
 "I see ; and a sweet Christian girl would interfere 
 with his tutelage of his only son and tool," mused 
 Dr. Oxford. 
 
 " Miss Sampson is surely a sweet but not a Chris- 
 tian girl exactly," replied the surgeon; "she is a Bos- 
 tonian Christian, perhaps : she is a theosophist, and so 
 forth." 
 
 " Exactly ! But if the Governor should marry Miss 
 Mayfield ? " 
 
 "And not live long " 
 
 " And Squire Hartley marry the young widow to 
 his son " 
 
 " And Squire Hartley would succeed practically 
 to the thirty-five millions." 
 
 They all put it together quick enough, each supply- 
 ing a sentence. Then there was a long silence. 
 
 " And my young protgge, Horicon ? " at length 
 queried the librarian musingly. 
 
 " Will be smashed, every bone in his body, if ne- 
 cessary, to get him out of the way," explained the 
 physician. 
 
 The party had arrived at the horse-block of the 
 elegant new depot ; but Dr. Bland spoke one added
 
 THERE WILL YET JiE THOUSANDS. 69 
 
 thought which seemed to well play the last in the 
 dialogue: " And where do we come in ?" 
 
 To which no one seemed ready to offer a reply. 
 
 " Are you going to ride to Boston in the Governor's 
 private car? " asked Dr. Wilson, about to turn away 
 to some reference case in a room of the great station. 
 
 " Why, yes ; we fellows have no fares to waste," 
 said the librarian, as he pulled a book from his 
 pocket. 
 
 " Yes," replied the president also ; " but we will 
 only try to make ourselves agreeable. Nothing 
 further without you. Good-morning, Dr. Oxford," 
 for the clergyman had already turned to walk towards 
 the graceful spire of his church far up the aristocratic 
 Broad Street.
 
 70 NONE SUCH? 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 MEANWHILE, as an essential part of the history of 
 this eventful morning, the two following pictures 
 demand place exactly here. The reader has only 
 to look back to the south terrace, just there beneath 
 the great oak, which flings its shade over the drive 
 and the whole spotless facade of the mansion. 
 Charles Horicon and Dorothea Mayfield have finished 
 their conversation about the vista and the changes 
 at the east end of the conservatory. The young fel- 
 low is about to pull on frock and boots again for the 
 field-work he is superintending over by the lake 
 garden. 
 
 " Now, little lady, I insist on talking a bit of 
 business. I've recently saved up some two hundred 
 dollars; and here I am, let us believe, in a permanent 
 position. Just give me credit for two hundred dol- 
 lars on my debt." The youth handed the girl a roll 
 of crisp and clean bank-bills. 
 
 " But, Charley, I don't need it, and if I am yours 
 all mine is yours," she protested as she shackled his 
 brawny wrist with her long white fingers, and held 
 him off. 
 
 " That's charming. But you are not going to have 
 these enormous housekeeper's wages any more," he
 
 THERE WILL TET BE THOUSANDS. 71 
 
 urged, touching her cheek with the forefinger of his 
 free hand. " And, besides, I should despise myself if 
 I owed you money on our wedding-day. It's my turn 
 like a man to earn now. You helped me to my educa- 
 tion, Heaven bless your loving heart ! My first wages 
 I repay you. The meanest man on earth is a lover 
 who robs his sweetheart of money. For you would 
 give me anything, even yourself. Therefore I must 
 take nothing except yourself. Now he touched 
 her cheek with the lips that said it, and risked the 
 oak's telling tales. 
 
 " But, Charley, boy, ought you not to go to 
 Europe and see with your own eyes these Blenheims, 
 Fontainebleaus, and other landscape wonders ? " She 
 liked his protest. She did not probably know that 
 she expected it, but she now knew she was not 
 disappointed. 
 
 " Which I have only seen in books ? Yes ; but 
 with the pay the Governor gives me, twenty-five hun- 
 dred dollars a year, I can soon go, and take you with 
 me." 
 
 " Oh, you must indeed please Mr. Randall now that 
 he has returned," she cried, and released his hand to 
 clap her own, whereupon the boy promptly thrust the 
 roll of bills into her belt. " Tie has a kind heart. 
 You will please him. It seemed to look like it, did 
 it not ? You will win his deepest interest." 
 
 " You have not found that difficult." How quick
 
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 is flame to flash and fall. So quick is love in its 
 ups and downs. 
 
 " Fie, Sir Knight, are you jealous ? " she as quickly 
 pouted. 
 
 " Jealous of you?" he replied, realizing his words. 
 " What ? never of you, true heart ! " and he put his 
 arm about her, despite the whispering oak, though 
 they evidently judged it wiser to step through the 
 low window into the library. 
 
 " No, no, we have waited too long for each other, 
 have we not? " she said, gazing up to him. 
 
 " Since we were sixteen," as he bent low to her. 
 They were always reminding themselves of this 
 history. 
 
 " And you surely will become the most famous 
 landscape gardener in the whole world ! " The 
 ambition and the credulity of this young thing ! 
 
 " Indeed, pretty dreamer, I'll do the best I can to 
 provide for the dearest wife in all the world, and not 
 forget, when some poor fellow asks a helping hand, 
 that a brave girl's hand helped me." 
 
 " A truce to that hereafter," she protested. For a 
 true woman prefers the obligation the other way 
 with the man who is to be her Sir Knight. 
 
 " A truce to your slaving it, out at service here or 
 at the school. I wish we were to be married to- 
 morrow instead of this school-teaching." 
 
 "Not yet; see how you get on here." This 
 dent Yankee girl.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 73 
 
 " But you will surely leave this great palace ? " 
 
 " I've given my notice and engaged the school, 
 haven't I?" 
 
 " All right," he sighed. Then, brightening and 
 resolutely : " Now let me show you my plan on the 
 other side of the house." He opened the windows 
 at the opposite end of the library on the beautiful 
 river winding in and out till it was lost in the dim 
 sea. Then they stood silently drinking in all this 
 beauty which an " old woodchopper " or " work- 
 horse " had filched out of the racket of stock ex- 
 changes, railroad junctions, the roar and dust of 
 factories, the sailing of lugger schooners bearing 
 shingle and lath the world over. These two, young 
 and full of life, stood alone, enjoying the majestic 
 calm, the songs of birds, the pastorals of fountains 
 and zephyrs. The owner, aged and gone to the roar- 
 ing city, never saw what they saw, no, not in all the 
 fifteen years that he had snatched at this beautifying 
 of a green spot in an arid earth. He had always 
 meant to see all this, for he, too, was a poet. But 
 what time has a millionaire to see anything except 
 percentage and a foe ? 
 
 " Do you think it wicked to be very happy and 
 wish to live long on the earth ? " at length the girl 
 asked. 
 
 " Well, now, that's the last question I ever ex- 
 pected to hear from you," he replied. " What is in 
 your mind ? "
 
 74 NOXE SUCH? 
 
 " Because your father is one of God's own, isn't 
 he?" 
 
 " Yes, indeed. If there ever was one on earth 
 whom God owned, it is that bent and worn old 
 preacher of his gospel," responded Horicon fervently. 
 
 " And yet such men as he rarely ever possess such 
 beauty, such elysian calm, as all this. And every 
 thing we see here is God's own make," stretching 
 out her fair hands. 
 
 " And you are thinking of the restless money-king 
 to whom it belongs ? " 
 
 " Go on," she simply said. 
 
 " And you are wondering if it is God's why God's 
 men do not have it, all this beauty ? They tell me 
 that they often do in older countries. Very often the 
 richest people are the most saintly, the most merci- 
 ful, gentle, refined, and spiritual. Often in older 
 lands I have heard the wear and tear of the getting 
 is several generations back, some old soldier who 
 bought the ancestral acres and paid for them in blood 
 for coin. But in the new country, where we all start 
 poor, it is rarely the case that a fortune is won with- 
 out spoiling the spirit of the gamester. His children, 
 now, have small excuse if they are sordid or selfish." 
 
 " You would say, Charley dear, that it was the 
 getting of wealth, not the having, that is perilous ? " 
 
 " I think, Dorothea, that chasing a dollar is hard 
 work, and leaves a man short breath for poems or
 
 THERE WILL YET EK THOUSANDS. 75 
 
 fantasy, to say the least. Didn't you see what chas- 
 ing a dollar required of the learned gentlejnen who 
 were here, as much as of the man of stocks and 
 bonds ? " 
 
 " How will it be with you, then ? " She gazed into 
 his dark eyes searchingly. 
 
 " I don't expect to be rich. I do expect to be 
 happy and live long in this the grandest world I 
 ever lived in," he responded with eloquent truth- 
 fulness. 
 
 " Then that is not wicked. Your good and pious 
 father would say that was a right dream." 
 
 " Indeed he would. He is poor, save what I give 
 him, repay him, I should say, but he is the happiest 
 of men. If he were here, the old preacher, he would 
 gaze out on all this marvelous landscape and claim 
 it. I have often heard him say, as he passed a rich 
 man's lawn, ' The other man pays the expenses, but I 
 enjoy it.' And before a grand sunset such as we often 
 have over where he now lives in his small cottage, 
 I have so many times heard him shout in ecstasy : 
 ' My Father made all this ! ' meaning the great 
 Creator." 
 
 " So that if you become a famous landscape gar- 
 dener and earn, oh, so much money ! " she resumed 
 with girlish glee, patting warm soft palms together as 
 she shaped her sentence, " you would do what with 
 it? Keep it?"
 
 76 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " I never shall be very, very rich, I tell you. It 
 is a gift, .the money-making faculty. I would like, 
 though, just to go up and down this earth scattering 
 a fortune where it would do the most good. This, I 
 know, also. I would not scatter it from a dead 
 hand. The good book says we shall be rewarded 
 according as our works shall be, not according to our 
 executor's works." 
 
 " Look ! " whispered Dorothea, pointing down the 
 winding driveway, where two men were seen ap- 
 proaching. The alarm she felt at the sight of 
 Squire Hartley she might now fully express, as she 
 could not have done in the presence of Governor 
 Randall. 
 
 " The young fellow, Marcellus, the Governor's sec- 
 retary, does not appear to me to be quite a chip of the 
 old block," said Horicon, his features sobering as he 
 folded his arms, and studied the two men, Hartley 
 and son, drawing near. " I never saw either of them, 
 Dorothea, till I came here." 
 
 " He is wholly subservient to his father, I fear," 
 she replied. " He loves a dear good girl friend of 
 mine, Hennie Sampson. She is rich, but not rich 
 enough ; she is good, but too good to suit this grasp- 
 ing old attorney." 
 
 " He has been private secretary to Governor Ran- 
 dall a long time, I think," remarked Horicon, turning 
 away with a determined look. " Well, they are about
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 77 
 
 to enter, and I must be off to my workmen." And 
 they separated. 
 
 As Judge Hartley entered the library a moment 
 later the housekeeper confronted him, though she had 
 not intended to do so. He glanced up with a sur- 
 prised look, but instantly explained himself. 
 . " Gone ? A memorandum probably left for me on 
 the Governor's desk." He stepped to the desk and 
 secured a bunch of papers lying there. He seemed, 
 in fact, to snatch them from the searching hands of 
 his son, whose business it would rather have seemed 
 to be to go first to the desk of which he was in 
 charge. 
 
 Formally acknowledging the lawyer's brief saluta- 
 tion, Miss Mayfield simply remarked, " Of course 
 you are at liberty here, Judge Hartley," and passed 
 from the room. 
 
 " Ah," exclaimed the attorney to his son, as if con- 
 tinuing some argument held to him on the way to the 
 mansion, " let the old dunce renew his youth as he 
 says he will, and marry her. She inherits. You 
 might console the handsome widow. See ? " 
 
 " Oh ! " protested the son, starting back in his 
 chair. " But you are my father." This last seemed 
 to be the softened ending of a very different sentence 
 in an indignant mind. 
 
 "Well, what if lam?" 
 
 " Judge Hartley, the little good that's left in me
 
 78 NONE sue u f 
 
 survives from the teachings of that fond heart but a 
 month in her grave, my mother." 
 
 " Well, who has said anything about mother ? We 
 are planning to snare some thirty-odd millions of 
 dollars." 
 
 " Yes yes, I know, that is, you are." 
 
 " And you ? " turning on him and fascinating him 
 with his evil eye, and with uplifted hand as if to 
 strike. 
 
 Marcellus, cowering, put up an arm. Evidently 
 these men had brought themselves to this serious 
 point as they came along the walk hither. 
 
 Starting forward and grasping a book, Dennis, 
 whose eyes had suspiciously followed them, put a 
 ridiculous phase on matters by exclaiming in a hoarse 
 whisper, " Misther Marcellus, say the word, an' I'll 
 give him Alexander the Great a conquerin' more 
 worlds I " 
 
 " Man, your place is by the door I " cried Mr. Mar- 
 cellus, who knew the porter's gigantic strength. 
 
 " All right, sirr," answered the valet, accustomed 
 to obey orders ; " but in a gintleman's house, an' my 
 masther's secretary, an' a-itchin' t' do it, begorra ! " 
 Shaking the book which he had grasped, he went 
 back to his place in the hall, closing the door after 
 him. 
 
 " Father, he can't marry her, and he don't want to. 
 Her husband's name is the one Randall will insert in
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 79 
 
 that will," resumed the private secretary earnestly. 
 " The old man is- going to do a unique, a poetic 
 thing." 
 
 "What? That crazy notion about another young 
 life, about as he was at five and twenty? " 
 
 " Yes, sir; and make two young folks just as happy 
 as money can make them." 
 
 " But but where'll he find his man ? " 
 
 " She's found him. You must have caught a 
 glimpse of that Horicon about here of late ? Now, 
 look at this portrait of the Governor at five and 
 twenty." The slight young fellow, with features 
 in which good and evil both contended, had surren- 
 dered to the good within him, of which he had just 
 spoken, for this hour at least, as he sprang up and 
 unveiled the portrait of young Robert Randall. 
 
 " By Jupiter ! It's the Fates ! He never saw 
 Horicon until this morning." The great towering 
 judge, square and massive, stood back aghast. He 
 even lost his purple color. He rubbed his chin. 
 
 " Fates it is, then, since you have taught me there 
 is no God," cried the son, still standing, one foot on 
 the desk and the other on the chair. 
 
 Looking at the picture, and then walking up and 
 down, returning to study the picture, and doing it 
 again and again, at last the sire came and helped his 
 son down, letting thus the silken curtain half obscure 
 the features of the dead, which the absent rich man 
 so loved.
 
 80 NONE SUCH 
 
 "So, so; you may be right. And he wants to 
 draw a will. It makes a lawyer laugh." This he 
 spoke loudly, then aside, the son being slightly deaf, 
 " If I can't prevent a will, a will he shall have. Oh, 
 shade of Tilden ! What's a will to a man who draws 
 it ? I'll set the minor legatees to driving forty ox- 
 teams through it." He was now rubbing his square 
 chin severely. 
 
 Marcellus Hartley put his hand to his ear to catch 
 that last expression ; but, it not being intended for 
 him, he failed. 
 
 " I'm going to my office in town," at length the 
 attorney remarked, rising to depart. 
 
 The young penman, left alone, still further ad- 
 journed his work, while he slipped from a drawer, 
 whose key he had, a picture of a pretty girl, and fell 
 to studying it.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 81 
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 " YOU'VE done a big thing, old man ! " exclaimed 
 Tom Peters, one of Charles Horicon's classmates, as 
 he patted his friend on the shoulder. 
 
 "No fellow in our class has begun to equal that," 
 added Fred Sebastian, civil engineer and superin- 
 tendent of bridges on a small railroad up in Canada, 
 another schoolfellow. 
 
 "' It's worth coming from Texas to see this Miss 
 Mayfield," said Phil Kedges, still another young 
 engineer, as he shared the compliments he wanted to 
 give his friend Horicon with the girl whom Horicon 
 loved. The dark-eyed, handsome young Kedges 
 made no disguise of his admiration for the lady on 
 the scene. 
 
 " You are very kind, Mr. Kedges, and all of you," 
 responded Dorothea Mayfield, blushing with pride for 
 her lover, as she stood there on the mountain high- 
 way in front of the schoolhouse, the center of the 
 group of visiting young engineers who were looking 
 down into the field below. It was a bright-faced, 
 chatty, and honest-mouthed company of young fel- 
 lows who had just climbed over the mounds of fresh 
 earth and uncovered masonry below them, where
 
 82 NONE SUCH 
 
 Charles Horicon's masterpiece, the new tunnel, was 
 approaching completion. 
 
 "The tunnel alone a mile long, under lawns, 
 fish-pond, lake, and, most of all, that stream will 
 make your fame, old chap," exclaimed Peters, reach- 
 ing up and steadying himself by a steel guy-rope. 
 " But you must know, Miss Mayfield, the big thing 
 was saving those great oaks." 
 
 " Yes, sir-ee ! " added Sebastian, grasping another 
 guy, and drawing a long breath, for the enthusiasts 
 had been working hard at their tour of inspection. 
 " I have never seen three-feet oaks lifted twelve feet 
 without wilting a leaf before. I don't believe it 
 ever was done before; and four of them, a whole 
 grove ! " 
 
 "Well, the Governor wanted to cut them," ex- 
 plained Horicon with a smile of sincere gratification. 
 " But I reported to him, if he didn't mind the 
 expense, as I knew he didn't, I'd save them, and 
 still give him his tunnel, and a big mound with the 
 oak grove on top." Then he went on to explain 
 how he had sheathed the gnarled centenarians in 
 lumber, and then with huge clasps connected to 
 outlying timbers, "jacked the whole forest without 
 cutting scarce a root." 
 
 " Big tiling, Charley ! your fortune's made. A 
 man who can do that can do anything. Hope your 
 old man appreciates it," said the Southerner.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 83 
 
 "I don't think, Charley," said Dorothea, "that 
 you should leave your friends to suppose that you 
 are sordid." 
 
 " Oh, of course, of course. This is all a labor of 
 love," quickly put in Peters with good-natured banter. 
 " I never asked; but if it is not out of place, Horicon, 
 professionally now, as between old friends, how much 
 less than ten thousand dollars per year, eh?" 
 
 " Salary ? Bosh ! I get only twenty-five hundred 
 dollars a year." 
 
 " You see, young gentlemen," remarked Mayor 
 Body, who just then came up, dusting his clothing 
 with his gloves, and then wiping a perspiring brow 
 as he removed his hat. " You see, our friend here, the 
 distinguished ex-Governor, never pays large salaries. 
 A salary is business, you see ; a gift is another thing." 
 
 Our party of young folks all looked round on the 
 intruder, and then became aware also of three or 
 four round-bodied friends of his, who were also 
 toiling up towards their point of view. 
 
 "Aldermen, gentlemen," explained Mayor Body, 
 " you see these improvements of the Glen Theron 
 estate interest us, the authorities. We don't quite 
 know what happy day this noble estate may become 
 a part of our system of parks. You see, the Gov- 
 ernor's getting old. Yes, Mr. Horicon, we recognize 
 the high favor in which you stand with his Excel- 
 lency, don't we, gentlemen ? "
 
 84 NONE SUCH? 
 
 The aldermen had by this time dodged in and out 
 between guys, blocks of granite, and scattered carts, 
 and presented themselves for assent, their faces red 
 in the flashes of the sultry August sunbeams. 
 
 " You understand, Mr. Horicon," the Mayor bluntly 
 went on, " we expect to retain you as engineer of the 
 city in case that is, if I am still in office when all 
 this fine property comes to bless our noble city. I 
 shall be only too glad to use my influence to retain 
 you, and at an increased salary. I should say thirty- 
 five hundred dollars per year." 
 
 The stony stare of these self-reliant young en- 
 gineers, Sebastian, Kedges, Peters, and Horicon, all of 
 whom loved their profession and were content to live 
 by it without "jobs," rather chilled the politician. 
 But intrusion was a small thing to such as he ; and 
 he shortly got breath to say : " Now, Horicon, you 
 want to work with us. Just show the Governor 
 what's what 'bout the general plan. I guess Hart- 
 ley'll fix it all right anyway in the will. 'Tain't 
 much doubt we'll get it. And if the city does, why 
 there's money to be made on all this neighboring 
 real estate; " and he pointed back with his thumb to 
 the red schoolhouse and the farm-lands beyond. 
 
 " Mayor Body," said Horicon, little relishing the 
 false light in which that official was putting him 
 before his professional friends, and most of all before 
 Dorothea, " I'm not your man. I claim no influence
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 85 
 
 with Governor Randall whatever, and have no favors 
 to ask of him or any other man. I can give work 
 for all I take from this world." 
 
 He had better not have said it. Such a speech 
 was inexplicable on manly principles to the Mayor. 
 Within two minutes Body had Alderman Fitzpatrick 
 by the coat, whispering : " I sounded him. He's agin 
 us. He snubbed me. I think Hartley is right. This 
 young sprig expects to gobble. We've got to join 
 Hartley and kill him off somehow." 
 
 The civic authorities moved away, with scant 
 good-afternoons, probably plotting the aforesaid kill- 
 ing. 
 
 And why not, gentlemen? What is one young, 
 hopeful life in comparison with " the greater good of 
 the many " ? A public park, " a breathing-place for 
 unborn millions," with benches for lazy loungers 
 otherwise under foot of the industrious. Why, 
 many a good man has left out his own blood rela- 
 tions for the sake of thus giving his acres to the 
 unborn millions. A rich man had better never die 
 than, dying, leave next to nothing in " public be- 
 quests." That is true we all note it such a 
 mistake. The press notes it far and wide ; moralists 
 note it. But the curious thing is that we do not 
 note it when a rich man leaves next to nothing to 
 his kin. Probably because we understand it. " Poor 
 relations " are such a nuisance through all one's sue-
 
 86 NONE SUCH? 
 
 cessful earthly pilgrimage, that no doubt the success- 
 ful man is excusable in giving them one last " shake- 
 off" when he goes to an undisturbed heaven. Blood 
 is no thicker than water in the new democracy. 
 
 "Now, what's my nephew, Jim Lamoile, to me?" 
 asked the Mayor, as the City Fathers moved along. 
 " Good 'nough boy ; but let him dig. I had to. 
 Just because he's got my sister's blood in Ins veins 
 shall I, if I die to-morrow, go give him twenty -five 
 thousand dollars of my hard-earned money? And 
 cheat the masses ? " 
 
 " Who are these masses?" quizzed Alderman Fitz- 
 patrick, who was the father of a big family whom he 
 was inexcusably attached to. " D'ye ever analoize 
 'em, Misther Mayor? Them masses 't you'd be afther 
 lavin' yer money to, them's the streets full o' people, 
 and the houses full, and the shops full of somebody's 
 nephews an' cousins an' childern. I vow I don't 
 think it's sech a sin t' prefer my own. However, I 
 ain't got nothin' to leave." 
 
 " No ; and you won't have, Alderman, if you keep 
 on despising the masses. Stand by the masses, and 
 they'll stand by you. This great, glorious country ! 
 This smart city ! Why, it's here Governor Randall 
 made his money ! What right has he to forget that 
 this here glorious town give him his chance? He 
 stood on this here earth, and breathed this here air, 
 and drank this here water"
 
 THERE WILL YET J1E THOUSANDS. 87 
 
 " He had ter stand somewhere," objected Fitzpat- 
 rick. " He can't give anything but his bones to the 
 earth here, and his last breath to the air here. We, 
 the people, didn't help him make his money any 
 more'n we could help, you bet. What's ye givin' on 
 us?" 
 
 "Oh, Alderman, you ain't in it. What I was argu- 
 ing was that Governor Randall's cousin's son, for 
 instance, if he had one, though bone of his bone, 
 or his grandfather, or uncle, or aunt, ain't nowhere, 
 according to the eternal gospel of Yankee-land, be- 
 side these here masses. Lamoile? My nephew? 
 He's always borrowin' money of me." 
 
 " He's the first man," cackled Alderman Coffin. 
 
 " Well," the Mayor corrected himself, reddening, 
 "always wanting to borrow of me," still further 
 acknowledging the well-known impeachment with a 
 laugh. 
 
 " Of course, Body," said Alderman Coffin, "we'll 
 back you. We must rig things to break this young 
 sucker, Hurricane, or what's his name ? That's easy 
 enough. One boy and girl shouldn't stand in our 
 way. Just take it in our church, for instance. I'm 
 a deacon. When the good of the whole church de- 
 manded a change, did I stop to think about the 
 young preacher and his children ? No, sir ; I sacri- 
 ficed them freely and nobly, sir. One for many, sir. 
 I kicked preacher and babies out o' town, sir. And
 
 88 NONE SUCH? 
 
 I'd sacrificed them, sir, if the whole church had 
 wanted them to stay, sir, instead of four-fifths, when 
 I set my will. But you, Fitzpatrick, being a blind 
 a Catholic can't understand my illustration. 
 'Tain't so in your down-trodden, priest-enslaved 
 church. The thing to do, sir, however, is to get the 
 biggest slice of them thirty-five millions for the good 
 of posterity in this town if we can." 
 
 This seemed to be the sense of the meeting, as the 
 winds recorded it, and the evening ravens cawed at 
 it, ravens which had passed the day gathering that 
 they did not sow and now bound for their aerie by 
 the distant river. 
 
 There on the hill by the schoolhouse the group of 
 young men and the lady had broken up, the engineers 
 stalking off towards the railway station below. Doro- 
 thea Mayfield had detained Charley Horicon natu- 
 rally enough for an evening tryst. Indeed, at the 
 first, at the risk of being intrusive, his friends had 
 rather pressed the young man " to take us up and 
 introduce us " after their tour of inspection of the 
 new tunnel. It was only fair for his guests now to 
 expect him to stay behind with this lady in gray at 
 the wall. Her dainty straw hat, at whose crown the 
 small veil tugged in the evening breeze, her pretty 
 sunshade now folded, with which she tapped the 
 mossy old stones, her lovely, dainty self, all in all 
 contrasted strikingly with Horicon in blue shirt
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 89 
 
 belted over rough corduroys, which were tucked in 
 top-boots. But the handsome, manly face, bronzed 
 and weather-beaten, even to the full whiskers, whose 
 black the sun had touched a trifle, and down to the 
 open neck, where the loose, flying neck-scarf was 
 knotted, the superb form, as he stood with folded 
 arms watching his retreating guests, made up a 
 whole that fitted his work and was peculiarly attrac- 
 tive, even the boys remarked to one another. 
 
 There are other spectators watching the lovers. 
 The Governor's landau, winding up the hill from 
 the east, but not in sight of the pair, is bring- 
 ing the old man home after another weary day. 
 He has his " law-feller " with him, for there are yet 
 hours of toil at home before the day's work is done. 
 
 " I just want you to see how Horicon's tunnel 
 looks now," suggested Judge Hartley. "You 
 haven't seen it since you went to Washington a week 
 ago." There was astute calculation in all this. The 
 attorney knew the lovers' habit of a sunset tryst on 
 the mountain highway. He proposed to prove to 
 the uttermost the old man's heart. Suddenly, as the 
 vehicle rounded the great mossy ledge on the left 
 almost upon the young people, Governor Randall 
 alighted from the carriage, creeping close to the 
 rock, cane in hand, while he studied the two from 
 just out of their sight and hearing. 
 
 " Oh, Youth and Poverty ! But I am Wealth and
 
 90 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Age all in one, Hartley. A few weeks ago I thought 
 I could make them happy and be happy myself look- 
 ing at them, and thinking on their happy half a cen- 
 tury which I'd give them. But I can't. I love the 
 girl myself." 
 
 " Oh, pshaw ! " said the Judge. " Yon have now 
 seen what your money can do to make others happy. 
 How do you like it?" However coarse the tantaliz- 
 ing, it was not unusual between these forcible men. 
 
 "Looks different when one comes to realize it," 
 murmured the Governor, all the selfishness in his 
 forcible personality now awakening. Could a man 
 achieve what he had without an intense self-love? 
 Self-love is God's gift. But how easily it may de- 
 generate to selfishness unless the moral sense is 
 strong, all powerful natures learn to their sorrow. 
 
 Judge Hartley read this man to a degree, at least, 
 and thought he saw his moment. 
 
 " Recall my prophecy, Governor. Marry the lady 
 yourself. You are good for twenty years yet." 
 
 " I ain't. You've got a devil," snarled the Gov- 
 ernor. " Every smart lawyer has. I'm a fool, but 
 can't help it. The soul don't grow old." 
 
 " The soul ! It's nothing but the blood, and yours 
 flows warm yet," said Hartley encouragingly. 
 
 " Hartley, I despise such infidel stuff, and you too; 
 yet you make yourself necessary to me. Get in and 
 drive on to Glen Theron."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 91 
 
 " I obey. Anything for twenty-five thousand dol- 
 lars a year," was the attorney's revenge as he drove 
 away. 
 
 Returning most intently to his study of Horicon 
 and Dorothea, and with suppressed excitement, the 
 Governor muttered: " And yet my will makes Hori- 
 con heir to most of these millions," pounding the 
 road with his cane. " I'll destroy it ! Old Father 
 Time, a curse on ye ! " with tight-drawn lips. " I will 
 live ! I'll build another church, and maybe that will 
 buy from Heaven ten years more. Oh ! oh ! " It was 
 a cry of pain, as he clapped his hand to his left side. 
 " That pain ! But the Doctor said 'twas nothing. 
 Heigh ! Oh, how it grips ! " He leaned heavily 
 against the rock for support. "I'll leave her a rich 
 widow's pension if she'll have me and all the rest 
 - to charity." His struggle with physical pain had 
 made him careless of how loud he spoke in his habit 
 of soliloquy. 
 
 " That was Governor Randall's voice ! " cried Dor- 
 othea, starting forward. " What has happened to 
 you, dear sir, that you are on foot?" she asked, 
 coming upon him. 
 
 " My dear girl, how well you know my habits. 
 You knew, didn't ye, that I usually got back from 
 the office about now, and rarely walk, and not seldom 
 come up this way. Ah, it was a sad day when you 
 left my house."
 
 92 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Dear sir, was there an accident ? " asked Mr. 
 Horicon, as lie also came round the rock. " Shall I 
 run to the stables for another carriage ? " 
 
 "No!" The tone contrasted sullenly with his 
 gracious salutation of Dorothea. 
 
 " Pardon me, but perhaps your ill turn has seized 
 you again. I can have the carriage here in " 
 
 " Horicon, no ! D'ye think no legs are strong but 
 yours ? You needn't stop here, though." 
 
 " I beg pardon. My workmen need my presence," 
 was Charley's unruffled rejoinder, as he walked 
 promptly away. 
 
 "Very suddenly recalled the workmen," snarled 
 the unhappy Governor. 
 
 " Governor Randall ! " Dorothea bridled instantly. 
 " He came from the field to ask that I . meet the 
 physician at the Lamoile cottage, as he was too 
 busy." 
 
 " Lamoile cottage ? What's up ? That's not on 
 my estate." He softened perceptibly, however, un- 
 der her address, for his own heart rebuked him. 
 
 "No; but Jamie Lamoile formerly worked in your 
 rose-house, and last month was overcome by the heat 
 there. Charley Horicon pays the physician ; " with 
 modest triumph she had to say it. 
 
 " Why don't I pay ? " decidedly cowed, now, the 
 rich man demanded. 
 
 " The bookkeeper threw it out of the July accounts.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 93 
 
 He reported that Squire Hartley decided that you 
 were not liable." How intensely she enjoyed this 
 home thrust, being, as she knew she was, wholly in 
 the right. 
 
 " Humph ! Hartley is mighty careful of my dollars, 
 gra} r old rat. Wonder why ? " The downcast eyes 
 of the rich and suffering man marked the figures 
 made by his walking-stick in the sand now. 
 
 "Because Jamie had given his notice. He was 
 going to set up as a florist in a small wa^pdown by 
 the depot this fall." 
 
 " I meant," he interrupted nervously, " why was 
 Hartley so careful of my dollars ? But never mind. 
 Sit down, please. Indulge an old man. Now, you 
 say this sick man is doctored at my head gardener's 
 expense, by George, and yet was going to set up for 
 himself in business. That don't gibe." And he ven- 
 tured to look at her face. 
 
 " But Mr. Horicon is never so happy as when doing 
 something kindly," was her womanlike way of pulling 
 in her lover for praise. She was going on with the 
 narrative, no doubt ; for she half-seated, half -leaned 
 herself against the big stones and began tapping her 
 toe with her sunshade. But the Governor thought 
 he had the advantage and cried, 
 
 " Hey ? That may be, but this Jim Lamoile must 
 have had money to think of starting for himself. 
 See ? He's beating you. That's the way of the 
 world, Miss. Everybody's a beat."
 
 94 NONESUCH? 
 
 " No, Governor Randall, I presume I may explain," 
 she persisted. " Jamie is married and has two chil- 
 dren. He is ambitious and bright. Mr. Horicon 
 saw this and proposed to lend him money, thinking 
 he would enjoy seeing Jamie grow up to be a success- 
 ful rose merchant. There is a demand " 
 
 "By George, Miss Mayfield, is that the kind of 
 fellow he is?" There was no disguising the break 
 of sunshine that flashed from his face at this unmis- 
 takable revelation of Mr. Horicon's character. 
 
 " Why, Governor, haven't you learned his noble 
 nature yet?" 
 
 " Yes, of course, Heaven help my pesky old 
 heart ! " Heaven might have read in his heart a 
 savage question: "Shall I kick sech a chap out?" 
 But to her, " He's smarter'n a whip, certain." 
 
 " More than smart," she answered, never relishing 
 that adjective, but musing. " He is all the while help- 
 ing others to get on their feet, as he calls it. If he 
 lives and prospers, there'll be many happier lives in 
 the world because of Charley Horicon." 
 
 The Governor spoke it to the evening west wind, 
 as he turned his face away : " She's daft on him. By 
 George, I've got no chance while he's around ! " Then 
 desperately turning to confront her: "I'm going to 
 let him go ; " and he glanced up, his lower jaw adrop, 
 as he watched the effect of his words. 
 
 "Sir!" She was all attention now, be sure. "This
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 95 
 
 is dreadful news. You intimated to him that he was 
 a fixture 011 Glen Theron estate." 
 
 " Woman, see here. I will make you if you'll 
 say yes the lady of Glen Theron." He stood up 
 to his full height to offer himself to her. 
 
 Rising also and starting back, she flung it at him. 
 " Governor Randall, you cannot be sincere ! You are 
 old enough to be my grandfather ! " 
 
 " And daily do the work that beats all the boys in 
 the market ! I am sincere though. I want a wife. 
 I'm going to Europe for enjoyment once, going to 
 enjoy all I've got, for ten years to come. By George, 
 I've slaved hard enough for it. Why shouldn't I 
 spread my lump of butter on my own slice of bread? 
 If my millions are so nice to make men happy, and 
 they're all after 'em, suppose I try it myself. I've 
 got to leave my money soon enough." 
 
 "Oh, Governor Randall, in Heaven's name don't 
 show me more of this ignoble side of yourself." Her 
 gentle pleading seemed that of a holy monitor as she 
 clasped her hands and pressed them downward in 
 front of her. "Remember the order of nature. You 
 have had your chance at this beautiful world, and 
 lived life nearly through. Oh, sir, submit to Nature's 
 laws, as yonder giant old oak submits to age, in dig- 
 nity and calm. V is not for a poor girl like me to 
 say what you shall do with your vast wealth. Mr. 
 Horicon says it might well be the business of a strong,
 
 96 NONE SUCH? 
 
 wise young man, for his fifty years coming, to use it 
 in setting a thousand struggling young lives on their 
 feet, lives that have tripped in scantiness, but not in 
 sin, helping them on their feet along the path." 
 
 Governor Randall lifted his hand to interrupt her. 
 " Ah, how's that for a vocation ? To set a thousand 
 struggling lives on their feet? " But almost instantly, 
 with a decided sneer : " Horicon himself would like a 
 lift?" 
 
 " Sir ? He asks no favors. How cruel you can be 
 when you try. You shall not speak his name again to 
 me. And you wickedly discharge him without a 
 cause." 
 
 " Not so, fairest of women ; you are the cause." 
 
 " Poor, blind old man ! I see. You would remove 
 a rival ? Why, you make me bitter " 
 
 " And therefore not yourself." 
 
 " Dear sir, would I not naturally choose his bronzed 
 youth to your pallid age, even though you came with 
 a thousand palaces in your shaking palm ? We were 
 to marry this winter, and he was to ask leave for three 
 months in Europe. We can still marry, for he will 
 get work elsewhere. Europe will keep." The en- 
 ergy of her girlish indignation had carried her beyond 
 herself, and blushing and almost in tears she hid her 
 face in her hands. , 
 
 Just then there sounded the whir of wheels and a 
 pony's hoof-strokes. In a pretty phaeton, holding
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 97 
 
 the reins herself, Mrs. Mayfield, Dorothea's mother, 
 reined up before them. Her careworn face, on which 
 a chastened glow of happiness was beaming, instantly 
 changed as she confronted her daughter and Gov- 
 ernor Randall. 
 
 " My child, how late ! I drove up in your pony 
 phaeton to meet you But, what has happened? 
 Our dear friend, your father's friend, kind Hezekiah 
 Randall? I read estrangement in your features." 
 
 " Ma'am, you come in the nick of time. I have 
 just made your daughter an offer of marriage, which 
 she rejects," dryly remarked Governor Randall. 
 
 " Oh, why didn't it come a year ago ! " exclaimed 
 the widow in distress. Throwing down the lines, she 
 sprang from the phaeton, and affectionately embraced 
 her daughter. Mrs. Mayfield was a well-meaning 
 woman. She was devoted to her only child. She 
 had once been a woman of high s.pirit before it was 
 broken by social failure. She realized this moment- 
 ous crisis in her child's life, than which is none 
 greater. But all her strength had been sapped by 
 these dependent years. The awful power of wealth 
 in contrast now bore down all her womanly wisdom. 
 There had been a time when she had dreamed of 
 this proud alliance. Then later she had dismissed it, 
 content and pleased with Charley Horicon, whom her 
 woman's better wisdom approved. But now, too late, 
 the splendid possibility was before them again. Gov-
 
 98 NONE SUCHf 
 
 ernor Randall's blue eyes read all this in her face 
 while he waited, and he pitied her. He was himself 
 conscious of that contempt for human subserviency 
 to his money very often. Now there was coupled 
 with it a contempt for himself, as if he were a tempter. 
 Yet he allowed himself to say : 
 
 " Before she picked out this penniless boy, ma'am ? 
 But even yet two ambitious women like you ought 
 to find a way." 
 
 " There is a way ! Oh, my only child," the 
 mother exclaimed, "will you deliberately choose to 
 pinch in vulgar poverty all your days ? Think of the 
 luxury of money ! Luxuries give a man vitality, and 
 this gentleman is young " 
 
 " Oh, mamma, so young ! " said Dorothea in fine 
 irony. 
 
 " At least, not so very old. Why, child, who gave 
 you the turnout with which my tired limbs came 
 hither" 
 
 " Mamma, please," protested the girl, putting up 
 her hand. " I thought the turnout was the uncalcu- 
 lating kindness of an old family friend. Now let it 
 stand there forever, if it will, at the edge of the field." 
 And she struck her foot in the dust, like a queen. 
 
 The poor lady knew this was right, and half- 
 admired her child for saying it. Yet her sense of 
 obligation, that sting of patronage, compelled her to 
 add, "And, child, who owns our cottage?"
 
 THEIiE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 99 
 
 " A man who ought to treat my father's widow and 
 child with chivalric kindness, and who might have 
 taken his rent if he would," answered Dorothea fear- 
 lessly. 
 
 " Hush, child, you hurt me. Let's remain friends," 
 protested Randall, the nobler feelings of a really kind 
 heart rapidly asserting themselves. 
 
 " You can keep no friends with yonder man so near 
 you," said Dorothea, pointing down the gray drive of 
 Glen Theron, where Judge Hartley was slowly walk- 
 ing towards them. 
 
 "Old Hartley, what's he after?" demanded the 
 Governor, glancing up. 
 
 Finding himself observed, the attorney, who had 
 been loitering along the bowered way as if to inter- 
 cept his employer, quickened his pace and soon stood 
 before them. He began : 
 
 " Governor Randall, I thought you would be alone 
 by this time. Accustomed to read your very thoughts, 
 I brought you this. Thought you were in just the 
 mood for it." And he held a neatly folded paper in 
 his outstretched hand. 
 
 "That will! You old rat, you're quick. The liar 
 knows I have no long lease of life," snarled the 
 unhappy rich man, who never chose his words when 
 addressing Hartley. "You thought I might want 
 to destroy it, eh ? " 
 
 " Your Excellency, you seemed to me when I left
 
 100 If ONE SUCH? 
 
 you to have come to a momentous decision, and this 
 is a dangerous paper to leave around." 
 
 "Ye-es," mused the Governor; and he grasped it 
 as if about to tear it in pieces. " But wait," he re- 
 marked. " Mrs. Mayfield, you will not attempt to 
 walk home ? " 
 
 " Yes, mamma, for I shall not ride in the phaeton," 
 protested Dorothea, stepping between her mother and 
 the vehicle decisively. 
 
 " You precious, fondest, most willful child, I cannot, 
 cannot give up the Governor's friendship ! " sobbed 
 the poor weak lady. 
 
 " Mamma, dear," was Dorothea's almost tearful 
 reassurance, " you have never known want, and you 
 never shall. But, oh, my mother will not seek to 
 impose this sacrifice upon me ! I am so young ! 
 What can be so dreadful ! I have no love for him. 
 Then, too, see who is looking on," she cried, blushing 
 and paling by turns, as she indicated Judge Hartley 
 with her eyes. 
 
 "Well, I shall keep the present. May I, Gov- 
 ernor ? " pleaded the shattered Mrs. Mayfield in 
 childish persistency. 
 
 " Why, certainly, my old friend's wife," said Gov- 
 ernor Randall heartily, rising to help her on the other 
 hand, as she walked to the phaeton. " Miss Dorothea, 
 do not take this so much to heart. Let's wait and see 
 how we feel. Get in with your mother."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 101 
 
 " No, thank you," objected Dorothea, though there 
 seemed no other way, so far as her mother was con- 
 cerned. " It will soon be sundown, and " 
 
 "Young Horicon passes this way to the lodge after 
 his toil," said the attorney, quite forgetting himself 
 in his devotion to his purpose. 
 
 " Keep your finger out of this pie," was the Gov- 
 ernor's sharp rebuke, which stung the Squire to anger 
 and a further loss of self-control. 
 
 " Pardon me ; I would defend you against needy 
 adventurers," said the attorney. 
 
 The girl could scarcely believe her ears. Her full 
 red lips lost their color, her eyes dilated on him. 
 What she might have said, however, to defend her 
 woman's honor was unspoken, for at that moment 
 she caught sight of Charley Horicon approaching. 
 " See ! " she cried. "But he is too far off to hear 
 that, lending a hand with the workmen. Which 
 earns his bread, Governor Randall, and which is the 
 adventurer ? " 
 
 " Why does he lift away at loading chains into 
 
 I carts like that? He's head man," remarked the Gov- 
 
 ' ernor, peering against the setting sunbeams down on 
 
 the tunnel works, where Horicon bent himself to some 
 
 last labors of the evening. 
 
 Perhaps Judge Hartley did not intend to be over- 
 heard as he growled an explanation in reply to the 
 Governor's question : " Ostentatiously."
 
 102 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Shame, Judge Hartley ! " flamed Dorothea at him. 
 " It is because it is his nature to help the weak. He 
 is returning to his lodge. There are aged men among 
 the tip-carts. The day is old and the tackles are 
 heavy. That's why my giant lifts them." Dorothea's 
 loyalty to her affianced had carried her to the limit of 
 boldness before these men, a thing that she disliked 
 in women. She would have been glad to retreat 
 except that Mr. Horicon was now so near, following 
 along after the carts as the men made their way to 
 the opening in the highway fencing just opposite. 
 
 " Miss Mayfield," resumed the Governor with the 
 fine and courtly grace that he could easily and most 
 naturally take on when self-possessed, " your course 
 is admirable. You have spoken just right." 
 
 The remark was not lost on the Judge, who at 
 once rejoined, " I suppose you want nothing more of 
 me?" 
 
 "No; you can go back," replied the Governor 
 coldly. 
 
 As he stepped back to turn through the wall, 
 Judge Hartley stumbled over one of the old men 
 struggling at that moment in a bended attitude with 
 a tackle-block that was lying on the ground. The 
 lawyer was a large and clumsy man, and probably 
 without intending it pushed the aged workman down. 
 
 Good-naturedly, yet with, ringing voice, Charley 
 Horicon cried out: " Respect the burden, Squire
 
 THEEE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 103 
 
 Hartley! The old man's down," and at the same 
 time started forward to lift him. 
 
 Brushing his own clothing impatiently, the lawyer 
 retorted, " Pick him up then, fellow." 
 
 " Fellow ! " echoed Horicon, quoting the obnoxious 
 word and tone with spirit. Then straightening up 
 the fallen man, he gave vent to his indignation over 
 the insult to himself with great self-control by seizing 
 alone the big tackle-block and chain, and hurling it 
 with an athletic toss so that it fell with a crash into 
 the cart. 
 
 " Bravo, my giant ! " cried Dorothea, clapping her 
 hands, even more delighted by Horicon's moral vic- 
 tory of self-control than by the exhibition of such 
 strength. 
 
 " Say, Hartley, by George," put in the Governor, 
 " that's in lieu of tossing you into the cart." Then 
 with a ringing laugh, " Oh, how sorry I should have 
 felt, Judge, if he'd pitched you in and broke your 
 neck ! " 
 
 " That adventurer ! " repeated Hartley with bitter 
 defiance 
 
 " Judge Hartley," said Horicon, advancing on his 
 man, yet speaking calmly, " more than once lately I 
 hear you have applied that characterization to me. 
 Take it back now ! " The young man's color was 
 gone. He was as pale as marble. 
 
 " Aren't you an adventurer, cherishing great ex-
 
 104 NOXE SUCI1? 
 
 pectations of this rich friend's money?" continued 
 the reckless attorney, as if this thrust must be anni- 
 hilation. 
 
 " What can the man mean ? " queried Horicon, 
 pausing with undisguised astonishment. 
 
 " Oh, that's transparent pretense," growled Hartley 
 with a square laugh. 
 
 "Go home, Hartley. I never told Horicon my 
 foolish purpose," interposed the Governor. 
 
 Gazing, however, with a puzzled but stern glance 
 from one to the other, Horicon took a step nearer his 
 tormentor, and began, " You're an older man than 
 I" 
 
 "Yes, he's old enough to know better ! " Laugh- 
 ing, to avert trouble, the Governor shot this in. 
 
 "I want your retraction and apology," persisted 
 Horicon to the Judge. He now stood close up to the 
 big attorney. 
 
 Turning quickly and raising his walking-stick, the 
 infuriate Judge was about to strike. The stick cut 
 the air, but Horicon received the blow in his cal- 
 loused palms harmlessly, and then snapped the qane 
 and threw the two fragments away. At the same 
 time he grasped Hartley's two wrists, and held them 
 with the grip of a Hercules. 
 
 " Charley ! " screamed Dorothea, springing for- 
 ward to fetter him with her arms. But he disengaged 
 himself by a swing and a side motion. She felt
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 105 
 
 every muscle of his great shoulders protest, and she 
 released him. 
 
 " Mad boy ! " cried the Governor. 
 
 With a whirl from his grip the muscular young 
 gardener threw his assailant backward, ignominiously 
 sprawling on the green soft bank of the roadside. 
 Then he himself straightened up and looked down on 
 his enemy. 
 
 Recovering himself with poor grace, the attorney 
 fairly hissed : " For this indignity, sir, you'll be very 
 sorry latev on." 
 
 Governor Randall leaped in between the angry 
 men now, swinging his frail walking-stick and shout- 
 ing : " Hold up, you turkey-cocks, before you spoil 
 your feathers ! " The vernacular of his boyhood came 
 most naturally in his excitement. " Here I've sat 
 until the sun's gone. Do you want me to catch my 
 death of cold ? And what a sight this is ! Are you 
 not ashamed, both of you?" He took Hartley by 
 the arm and forced him along towards the park gates. 
 " Pardon us all, Miss Ma} r neld, for such doings 
 before a lady. Horicon, come to the office to-morrow. 
 I'm used to fights between gentlemen, by George, 
 but not this kind. This is worse than a stormy 
 directors' meeting; for there we only call one another 
 liars, and pound each other with blocks of stock. 
 Now get along with you, Judge." 
 
 Which order the Judge sullenly obeyed.
 
 106 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " I vow, I'm shaking all over," the Governor went 
 on, talking to himself, as he picked his way among 
 the dusty mulleins on the roadside. " Where's John 
 Clarkson? I wish I could meet that old genial soul. 
 Hello," glancing up, " by George, there he is ! Prowl- 
 ing round always to do some service to me. I say, 
 John ! " he shouted, though Clarkson was not two 
 rods away, just emerging from the gates where the 
 Judge was disappearing. "Got worried about me, 
 did you ? Well, well, good soul, awful glad to see 
 you ! We've had a regular cat and dog time here. 
 Come and take my arm." 
 
 This Clarkson promptly did, and waited a moment 
 for any further explanations the Governor might have 
 to offer. But, wisely, Randall, man of iron self-con- 
 trol, decided to bury his excitement in his own breast, 
 so far as he could, and preserved an unbroken silence. 
 His face, however, usually ashen pale, was deeply 
 flushed, and his agitated frame spoke eloquently to 
 his affectionate old friend. Clarkson knew well how 
 to change the channel of disturbed thought in his 
 patron, and began : 
 
 " Well, Governor, how's the day gone ? Let's 
 g' over to St. Ann's an' hear th' music." For at that 
 moment the vespers rang out on the pellucid air from 
 the spire of the church in the vale, the church 
 founded in memory of the dead woman who had 
 always been while living the pacificator of this 
 stormy spirit.
 
 THERE WILL YET HE THOUSANDS. 107 
 
 " Clarkson, I ain't been to church for a year. 
 Can't sit still, so much business on my mind. I can 
 seem to hear nothing if I go." 
 
 " Leave yer business ter home when you go 
 t' church. That's th' way I do with my farm 'cept 
 when its tew dry fer rowin', then I pray for rain," 
 growled Clarkson merrily, at the same time fairly 
 hugging the trembling form of his friend. 
 
 " By George, Judge Hartley's gone over. What 
 d' you suppose he prays for ? " exclaimed the Gov- 
 ernor, glancing to the east path, where Hartley was 
 to be seen among the shrubbery. 
 
 " Jedge an' I don't tech one another," was Clark- 
 son's chilly reply. 
 
 " No, Clarkson, you and he wouldn't touch more 
 than oil and water. He's the oil. You're the pure 
 spring water, John. Bless ye, John Clarkson ! I 
 want to ask you to do something for me. You know 
 all these little cottages around here ? " And the 
 Governor paused to look down on the clustered habi- 
 tations of the poor at the distant cheaper east end of 
 the city below them. 
 
 " Yis, Hezekiah ; they're all good friends of 
 yours and mine," was the reply. " There ain't a 
 boy 'twould steal any o' my water-melons. Now, 
 ol' Hod Pepperell, ye know, owns the land jinin' 
 ye on th' east." 
 
 Yes, thrifty old chap ! " replied Randall, gradually
 
 108 NONE SUCH? 
 
 growing calm. " Always wants to lend me his 
 money." 
 
 " Why, 'zactly ! He jest ez lives his best friend on 
 airth'd pay him int'rest money," frowned Clarkson. 
 
 " That's the difference 'twixt you two men. Now, 
 you lost your savings when the bank bust, John. If 
 you had just trusted them to me " 
 
 "What?" and Clarkson held him off by the arm. 
 " An' charge an old friend like you int'rist money? 
 Not ef I knowed myself. Gosh ! Savings banks 
 can pay me int'rist, but no friend can't pay me no 
 int'rist, Governor Randall." 
 
 " You're no business man, John, but you've got a 
 big heart ! I like you. You do me good." The 
 Governor now gave his friend a hug, and his face 
 broke into a smile. " How about Hod Pepperell's 
 water-melons ? " 
 
 "Well, I was a-tellin' on ye," resumed John, 
 delighted to think his diversion had begun to take 
 effect. "Ye know a lot of village boys will size a 
 man up more eggsac'ly '11 any th' rest on his neigh- 
 bors. They've got Hod's meanness down fine, and 
 Hod loses lots o' melons 'cordin'ly. So ye see he 
 he iled a few 'tother night." And John Clarkson 
 loosed his hold to bend and slap his knees and laugh. 
 
 " Oiled his water-melons ? " echoed the Governor, 
 all attention. 
 
 " Yis, kerosin ile on a few here'n there ; and,
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 109 
 
 Guv'nor," again stopping to laugh till the tears came, 
 "he didn't mark 'em akkerately," shaking still 
 with laughter, " an' it was jest before his darter 
 Hitabel's weddin' " John was no\v forced to whip 
 out his handkerchief and wipe away the tears of 
 merriment. 
 
 The Governor was yielding to the contagion, and, 
 laughing, said, " I see. That wedding was well oiled 
 up, eh ? Struck ile, as it were," prompting the 
 delayed story. 
 
 " Yis. Gosh ! Now, I don't have any trouble with 
 the boys. I get a lot on 'em in the barn ; an' I say, 
 " Now, ye urchins, jest loosen your galluses an' 
 unbutton yer waistbands, an' eat till ye pop. See ? " 
 John put up his handkerchief, and started the Gov- 
 ernor on again through the park homeward. 
 
 " Oh, ho, ye do me good, John. Don't ye remem- 
 ber Deacon Flint's melons, an' how we boys used to 
 steal " - 
 
 u Borrer, Guv'nor. We borrered 'em," John pro- 
 tested, with mocking gravity. 
 
 " Well, well ! I suppose you send home lots of 
 stomach-ache in those boys, John. Give me the 
 story." 
 
 " I jest keep a-goin' roun' an' sayin' : ' Unbutton, 
 boys, more water-melons a-comin'. An ox-cart on 
 'em. More ? ' " 
 
 " Till they pop. Oh, ho, that's good ! " And now
 
 110 NONE SUCH? 
 
 the Governor got out his handkerchief to wipe his 
 own laugh-wrinkled cheeks. 
 
 " Well, Guv'nor, it satisfies 'em an' pertects my 
 garden. Why don't ye try it in yer financial pes- 
 terations ? " 
 
 Sobering in an instant, the Governor shook his 
 handkerchief out as he replied : " Clarkson, you're 
 a child. Why, how many railroad stocks and bonds 
 do you suppose it would take to make the Wall 
 Street boys pop ? " This seemed to be a poser, and 
 John made no attempt to reply. 
 
 " Ye wanted to ask me somethin'," said Clarkson. 
 
 " Yes ; do you know where Jamie Lamoile has 
 been sick ? " 
 
 " I know Jamie. Nice young man,'' replied John. 
 " He's old skinflint Mayor Body's nephew." 
 
 "Well, now," resumed the Governor, though he 
 made a mental note to the Mayor's disadvantage, 
 " you go down to the city, by the depot, and rent the 
 prettiest store that you can find for a florist's stand. 
 Then you have the lease made out for five years in 
 Jamie's name. And then you go up to his house and 
 tell a lie." Clarkson dissented by a vigorous shake 
 of the head, but the Governor went on : " Now, 
 don't be alarmed. It's going to be a white one this 
 time," with a poke in his friend's ribs, " just for a 
 change. Tell Jamie that his aunt must have died, 
 and"
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. Ill 
 
 "He ain't got no aunt; he's a Frenchman !" ex- 
 ploded John. 
 
 " Well, see here tell him the beautiful Miss 
 Mayfield's raised three thousand dollars to set him 
 up in business ; and it's all in my bank to his 
 credit. 
 
 Clarkson's face was now a study. He quite threw 
 off his friend's arm for a moment and stood looking 
 his admiration. It seemed a long time that the two 
 men stood thus ; but it was no time to the eternal 
 evening star that had burned its way through the 
 summer twilight, and beamed down upon Mercy from 
 the hands of man. As if the star, ages old, knew 
 that here was come again to pass one of those eternal 
 events, a merciful deed, whose being and age should 
 outlast all stellar glories. The vesper bells soothed 
 the air in farewell benediction to the daylight. The 
 two weather-beaten old men heard the bells and 
 maybe saw the star, but brighter light and softer 
 music shone and sounded in their hearts. An instant 
 more, and then John Clarkson, throwing his arms 
 around the Governor, exclaimed, 
 
 " By gosh, ol' hoss, excuse me, your Excel- 
 lency. You're a genooine orthodox, all wool, yard 
 wide Christian believer in good an' reg'lar standin'. 
 That's what ye alwus was, cum ter get at ye ! " He 
 shook the Governor in glee, who was visibly affected 
 by his words.
 
 112 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " That's honest praise," remarked the millionaire. 
 " Now drop that. The other question staggers me. 
 What a strange contrast is man ! You will say so, 
 John Clarkson, when you have heard the question." 
 
 " Out with it, ol' friend. Ez I'm an honest man I'll 
 gin ye my best wisdom." 
 
 Governor Randall hesitated. He may have been 
 decided in his own mind, and in the glow of his good 
 deed only desired confirmation. 
 
 " You're an honest man, and you'll tell me the 
 truth. That's what none of the rest of the crowd 
 that's round me will." 
 
 " Speak it, brother ! " 
 
 " Hem ! What would you say to my asking young 
 Miss Mayfield to marry me ? " 
 
 * If the watching star had faded in shame it could 
 not have left the nightfall so dark as the fading smile 
 left troubled John Clarkson's honest face. The ves- 
 pers had suddenly ceased to ring. John's music of 
 the soul had died more suddenly. The self-love of 
 Clarkson was less than his friend's, else he too would 
 have been the millionaire. He could not understand 
 this ; he could not understand this re-assertion of self- 
 love in the other man's tremendously forcible nature. 
 Strong men are always most a mystery to them- 
 selves. With inexpressible pathos at length John 
 replied : 
 
 "I'd say you was an ol' fool!" and with that he
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 113 
 
 offered to part company. The Governor stood look- 
 ing after him, then turned around to see the lovers in 
 the hazy distance on the hill yet visible, loitering arm 
 in arm, and exclaimed aloud: " He's right !" Gov- 
 ernor Randall then pushed on, crying to his retreat- 
 ing friend : " Hold on, Clarkson. That's hoss sense."
 
 114 NONE SUCH? 
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 THE glory of the evening was now full high ; and 
 all the fragrant air, smelling of night-breathing leaf- 
 age and grasses and flowers bathed in dew, soothed 
 the troubled spirits of the lovers. Young Horicon 
 had promptly led Miss Mayfield away from the scene 
 of his late encounter with the lawyer, saying : 
 
 " Forgive me this vulgar sight. Walk to the 
 Lodge and forget it. Come and criticise my Kear- 
 sarge. It is on the easel yet. You shall select a 
 frame for it, and then I'll send it to the Academy." 
 
 " O Charley, you have something more serious than 
 art on your hands," protested the girl, who could by 
 no means recover her spirits so easily. 
 
 " I fear so," he acknowledged. " The Governor is 
 offended that I humiliated his favorite." 
 
 " Not alone that. He informed me that you were 
 to leave," and she glanced quickly up into his face 
 to read the effect of the dire announcement. 
 
 The loss of a good position is one of the most 
 serious events that can betide a man, especially at the 
 beginning of his career. It does not always mean 
 disaster by any means ; yet at first it always seems to 
 mean unspeakable trouble, if not ruin itself." No 
 sensible man could receive such a declaration as had
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 115 
 
 just fallen from Dorothea's lips with levity, however 
 he may have been preparing his mind for it, or chiv- 
 alrously anxious to cheer the good woman who felt 
 forced to tell it. Yet cheerily the young, stout 
 heart replied : 
 
 "That is, he has tired of improvements on Glen 
 Theron ? How he counts his pennies, dying old 
 man ! " 
 
 " But you do not seem to weigh the gravity of 
 your disaster ! " 
 
 " What ! Shall I fall to weeping because I must 
 change employers? Let the Hartleys guard his 
 dollars. I'm rather glad I'm not to spend them on 
 his beautiful estate," continued Charley, forcing his 
 gayety almost for her sake, while he felt the quick 
 blood press his brain, as he tried to see ahead. 
 
 " Oh, Charley," she sighed in charming grief, " you 
 dreamer! how can we marry? " 
 
 " I shall sell my plans for the new Naval Hospital 
 Grounds," he faltered out thoughtfully. 
 
 "Poor boy! I am wiser than you. The hatred of 
 millions of dollars is fearful," she went on. " You 
 cannot sell any plans with that crafty old man setting 
 the politicians against you." 
 
 " See here, Sis," Horicon now protested, turning 
 upon her squarely and stopping the walk, " what a 
 little trouble-borrower you are ! It's a wide world." 
 
 " But not wide enough to escape the spider's webs
 
 116 NONE SUCH? 
 
 that I feel sure I've seen spun more than once to 
 snare his opponents in that millionaire's library. 
 Why did a kind Heaven let all this happen ? " 
 
 Horicon drew her close to him, and searchingly, as 
 if he perceived a deeper trouble than she had ex- 
 pressed, said, 
 
 " Child, something has happened that you are not 
 telling me." 
 
 " Yes, Charley," she faltered ; " he proposed mar- 
 riage to me, and I " 
 
 Charley stopped the sob she was ready to utter 
 with a ringing : " Heaven pity his senile folly ! " 
 
 " Listen ! and I was so shocked I rebuked him 
 so" 
 
 " Yes, pretty preacher ! no doubt you spoke mm 
 plainer truth than all this Yankee-land of money 
 toadyism has for fifty years. So ! And his conceit 
 is wounded, and his anger roused. And you fear he 
 will crush me. Why, I like that." Quicker than it 
 can be written he burst into a song they loved to sing 
 together : 
 
 " O Evening Star, whose ardent ray 
 
 Gleams o'er the brow of mountain's blue, 
 Like thee, fond star, when dies the day, 
 Burns bright the hope of youth, as true." 
 
 " Hark ! Hark ! Hear the echo ! The echo from 
 the hemlocks ! " The musical cadences came back
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 117 
 
 softly through the gloaming, that sweetest thing in 
 all the range of nature's sounds, a twilight echo. 
 
 " Charley Horicon ! how can you ? You were 
 made to enjoy millions, not to fight them," she 
 responded, leaning hard against him, and cozily con- 
 scious of his strong, wild defiance of all evils. 
 
 " I envy no man his millions. Sing the next 
 stanza with me, line by line, and hear my new echo." 
 
 His new echo ? But he gave her no time to ques- 
 tion, though as she sang she remembered how he was 
 always studying these novel effects from vantage 
 points about Glen Theron. 
 
 " The evening star to morning star [echo] 
 
 By changeling Time shall transformed be [echo]. 
 Look up, my love, Aurora's car [echo] 
 Comes on yon cloud for thee and me [echo]." 
 
 They chanted line by line. The hemlocks somber- 
 ranked at the forest's edge, and silvered as to their 
 spiny tops above the lower lying trees, took up each 
 word in faithful utterance of the smallest cadence. 
 The farther distant foreland made reply, and passed 
 the love-song on, till, far up the winding river, the 
 dulcet joy, gone forth in defiance of disasters, seemed 
 prevailing over every nightly shade. A prophecy of 
 youth, its hope, its love. A brave, high-minded, 
 competent, self-reliant, clarion call of youth, which 
 threw down the gage of battle to old age, sure to
 
 118 NONE SUCH? 
 
 vrin. Youth is everything when God can bless it, 
 because innocent, and bestow his wisdom with a wel- 
 come. Clean, strong youth is worth all the rest. No 
 price should be ever set upon it, for it should never 
 be for sale. 
 
 "Do you know, Dorothea, if I were rich, I would 
 crown this hilltop with a rival of the Lick telescope, 
 and bring every poor-born working-lad in the town 
 to come and look at God's stars." 
 
 " Instead of which, brave knight, you must be con- 
 tent if you earn your bread," she objected. 
 
 " Which is the work of no adventurer, to say the 
 least," he replied. " What do you suppose the old 
 scoundrel meant by calling me an adventurer ? " 
 
 "You encouraged making Glen Theron a public 
 park." 
 
 " So did the city press. But I see it. I was fish- 
 ing for the superintendency," he laughed in high 
 derision. " Well, after his proposition to you to-day, 
 Ex-Governor Hezekiah Randall couldn't hire me for 
 a fortune. We'll be wed and living in Boston before 
 the snow flies." 
 
 "Do you know," questioned Dorothea, as they 
 walked on, and were now in the deeper shadows of 
 the hemlocks, nearing her mother's cottage, " do you 
 know why I trust you so much, Charley? It is be- 
 cause, true as Heaven, you are so hopeful, so full of 
 resources. You are never long cast down. You
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 119 
 
 spring from one resource to another. You are so 
 capable. You know what to do." 
 
 "Well, worshiper, you are not flattering now?" 
 he asked, studying her words and tones, for he could 
 not see her face clearly. " It isn't much that a man 
 should feel capable of caring for his wife before he 
 asks a woman to be his wife. That's the greatest 
 delight I have in thinking you are to be mine, that I 
 know, God helping, I can care for you as long as you 
 live." 
 
 She was too happy in the conscious proprietorship 
 over this broad-shouldered, strong, and capable man 
 to make reply. There is no such ecstasy ever pos- 
 sible to a man. It is given to woman alone to ex- 
 perience the very adoration of love. Her love looks 
 up to the man. It confesses its dependence and is 
 glad to confess it, not only with no loss of self- 
 respect, but with an actual sense of rights therewith ; 
 for woman avenges herself by whispering to her heart, 
 " I own my protector. He could not live without me 
 to defend. I still have the mastery." 
 
 On the other hand, a man has a sense of shame 
 if he is the dependent one. It is contrary to the 
 eternal fitness of things, unless he has been struck 
 down on the field of battle, when dependence becomes 
 childlike, inexpressibly blessed, to be sure, but con- 
 sciously something quite different from manly. 
 
 " A man stands on his own feet and helps," re-
 
 120 NONE SUCH? 
 
 marked Horicon, as he opened the wicket in front of 
 the widow Mayfield's cottage. " By so much as he 
 falls short of that, he falls short of a. true man." 
 
 When he had said his good-night, Charles Horicon 
 had turned to the left along the country short-cut 
 path. His way would lead him through the ray less 
 hemlocks, to be sure ; but he knew the path well, and 
 it never occurred to him that bodily harm could ever 
 be offered him. There was no one in the world tow- 
 ards whom he cherished ill-will, not even Judge 
 Hartley; for as he picked his way along he was con- 
 scious of no other thought regarding his late assailant 
 than how to avoid all future intercourse with him. 
 
 " If I leave the Governor's employ," he was saying 
 to himself, " I shall have no occasion to meet the 
 Judge again in this wide world ! " His boyish heart, 
 in its wealth of youthful hope and resource, never 
 doubted that it was simply to choose, and one man 
 need never again meet another who has caused him 
 unhappiness in this very wide world. " But can I, 
 can the Governor, well afford to allow me to go so 
 abruptly ? I have all this work at just about the 
 finishing point and a gang of laborers here. The 
 poor old Governor ! I would not harm his interests 
 for the world." 
 
 He walked more slowly ; and into his mind there 
 fell the dark shadow of a labor trouble whose nfutter- 
 ings he had heard for a month among the workmen
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 121 
 
 on the tunnel, and also in the Governor's foundries 
 down in the city. He did not in the slightest as- 
 sociate himself with the threatened dangers. He 
 seemed never to have dreamed even that his working 
 people, and least of all the thousands variously em- 
 ployed by the Governor's corporations, could asso- 
 ciate him with the Governor and Hartley, except as 
 a fellow wage-earner. 
 
 " Hallo, Cap'n ! " 
 
 " Who's there ? " sharply demanded Horicon, halt- 
 ing in the pitch darkness, and peering forward to dis- 
 cern his questioner. 
 
 " Would you thank me to tell you some news that 
 was for your good ? " asked the voice. A deep, rich 
 voice it was, and the diction was without a vulgar 
 accent. 
 
 " Tell me who you are, first. Are you alone ? " 
 
 " Never mind," replied the voice. " I'll . be your 
 friend if you say so. Otherwise well, take care of 
 yourself." 
 
 Without really thinking to arm himself, Horicon 
 had yet secured a flinty stone from the path and 
 clutched it with a strong hand. "I say, friend," 
 Horicon resumed, talking into the darkness before 
 him from whence the voice came, " you may be an 
 angel of good, but it seems to me you are acting like 
 a foot-pad here in these deep woods. I am not 
 frightened very badly, not very, you know, friend.
 
 122 NONE sue in 
 
 You must have some acquaintance with me, I pre- 
 sume, since you offer to tell me valuable news. Then 
 you must know I don't scare worth a cent. It's 
 the threatened strike, I suppose, you wish to speak 
 about." 
 
 " You're a church member ? " 
 
 " I am. What's that to do with the strike ? " 
 
 " Governor Randall is not." 
 
 "Not a church member? Why, no. Come, get out 
 of your ambuscade, and we'll walk and talk." 
 
 " You are his heir, we know." 
 
 This latter voice came from behind Horicon. It 
 instantly suggested his being surrounded. Horicon 
 also heard the crack of a twig as if beneath a stealthy 
 footstep on his right. He had never carried a revol- 
 ver. He had never met a trouble among the gangs 
 of large numbers of rough men under his supervision 
 from time to time, which he could not quell by calm, 
 kind, and resolute words. He had believed the men 
 liked him. Several times they had invited him to 
 join their labor societies. Though he had declined, 
 he had still twice represented federations in the arbi- 
 tration of strikes with various corporations. " I will 
 not join a society which calls its business meetings 
 on Sunday," he had objected. " But I will always 
 remember that I, too, am a working-man and help 
 you." What did this last speaker mean by asserting : 
 " We know you are his heir? "
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 123 
 
 "Boys!" he cried, "what's your game? Whose 
 heir do you say I am ? ' ' 
 
 " Heir to old Randall's millions, curse 'em ! " was 
 the hoarse reply. "Don't the whole town know it? 
 Have you not stepped into all this vast wealth with- 
 out half trying? What have you ever done to earn 
 it all ? We, and the like of us, we earned it all for 
 the old man. Yet now he consults a mere fancy, a 
 whim, an old man's caprice, not the eternal law of 
 right, and gives all this to you. It's because the old 
 cur don't know what else to do with it. And you 
 take these millions of ours, you handsome young 
 whelp, and you call yourself a Christian. Bah ! " 
 
 Horicon felt his blood grow hot under the insult. 
 He was not conscious of the smallest fear, though, as 
 in an undertone, his reason whispered that single- 
 handed and alone in the darkness there he probably 
 was in danger. 
 
 " I see your point," Horicon answered : " you think 
 I have known I was the heir of this estate, and yet 
 have greedily and meanly grubbed away here to 
 increase my wealth, working side by side with 
 you?" 
 
 " That's about it," the voice in front replied, with 
 a laugh of derision. " At any rate, you no longer feel 
 for us."" 
 
 " And I tell you, all of you cowards about me here, 
 that you lie ! "
 
 124 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Hold, don't strike him ! " 
 
 Horicon heard the sound of shuffling feet, and the 
 heavy breathing of men in struggle with one an- 
 other. He could only hold himself upon the defen- 
 sive and await the issue. Presently he thought he 
 recognized the voice of the man who had obstructed 
 his path now expostulating in the rear, saying : 
 " You know very well what we were to propose 
 to Horicon." The speaker seemed out of breath, 
 as if restraining some one. Discretion seemed the 
 better part of valor, and Horicon began to move on. 
 He knew five minutes must bring him nearly out 
 of the hemlocks and within hailing distance of the 
 night watchman at the north gate of Glen Theron. 
 
 " I must ask you to wait where you are." The 
 challenge came from straight before him again. 
 Charley recognized it as that of one of the private 
 watchmen of Glen Theron itself, and answered, with 
 tones of astonishment, 
 
 " Hallo, Carlton, is that you ? What does this 
 mean ? " 
 
 " It means," said the voice that had first accosted 
 him, as its owner now came springing after him, "that 
 not even millionaires can hire guards whom the great 
 cause of human rights cannot recall to a higher duty. 
 Think of it, Horicon ! This is what it is to be a 
 millionaire. You must take leave of your personal 
 liberty. You cannot move abroad as other free men
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 125 
 
 do. You will be obliged to guard yourself on the 
 street, guard yourself in your house, guard yourself 
 in your office. You cannot ride in a car, even, with 
 your fellow-citizens where the touch and sight of 
 Sacred Humanity is all about you. You must travel 
 in your private car. You are to be shut off from 
 men. You are hereafter to regard with quick sus- 
 picion every man, woman, or child who comes newly 
 into your presence, and even ask yourself of all men 
 whom you meet : ' How much of my money does this 
 one want, now ? ' 
 
 " I'm sick of this speechifyin' here in the dark. 
 Get at things," hoarsely and impatiently demanded 
 some one. 
 
 " Well, boys," exclaimed Charley Horicon, not al- 
 together forcing the laugh, either, for things began 
 to look less serious now that the American safety- 
 valve of a speech had operated to some extent, " I 
 don't think you want to murder me. Come, now, 
 let's get along into the starlight and talk. Come 
 over to my lodge. It is not far away. I want to say 
 one thing to you : these millions are not mine, never 
 will be mine, and never have been sought by me." 
 
 "What? Hain't you seen the evenin' paper? 
 How do you account for that?" asked one of the 
 voices. At the same time the speaker manifested a 
 disposition to yield to Horicon's suggestion and walk 
 along.
 
 126 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " What's in the evening paper ? " demanded Hori- 
 con. 
 
 " Why, it's all out in an interview with Judge 
 Hartley, that he don't consider himself responsible 
 for what may be occasion of dissatisfaction to Gov- 
 ernor Randall's workmen. He says they had better 
 consult young Mr. Horicon. He intimates all this 
 news the second time now of late, that you manage 
 things that used to be confided to him alone. It was 
 an interview with Grandmaster Hopedale, wasn't it, 
 boys ? " This last by way of confirmation. 
 
 Charley Horicon was silent. He saw it all now. 
 The Judge had been for years spokesman between 
 Governor Randall and any dissatisfied employe's, 
 whether in railroad shops, along the lines, or in any 
 of his numerous manufactories. Where the Judge 
 dared he had been harsh and hard, giving short 
 answers. Where he dared not pursue the iron rule, 
 he had used parley, sophistry, and lying evasion. He 
 had gone farther : in the solitary office where he had 
 the Governor's ear alone he had invariably advised 
 resistance, and many times invented hardships for 
 the breadwinners, for his heart was solely with Cap- 
 ital, his god. Many a blow had he struck by using 
 the rich man's hand without the owner's knowing it. 
 
 " I am not calculated to get on with men," the 
 Governor used to say, " I'm too soft-hearted, Hartley. " 
 
 " Yes, that is so," the Board of Directors echoed
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 127 
 
 as often as they heard it. " Judge, we leave it to 
 you." 
 
 " I'm all financiering," the Governor used some- 
 times in moods of confidence to explain. " I like to 
 fight rich men, confound 'em, and down r em, too, by 
 George ! When it's a hig war of millions, call me in, 
 Judge ; but these here poor devils, like I used to be 
 when I started, the workmen and their huts full of 
 babies, don't get me mixed up with them. I vow I 
 wish they were all rich. I'd like to see myself push- 
 ing against them ! I'd kick myself, Judge." 
 
 " But you want me to do it," the Judge once 
 replied with smiling secret gratification. " It's got to 
 be done, Randall. Capital is a regular cider-press. 
 You remember the old mill at the cross-roads ?" 
 
 At which the old financier shook his head sadly, 
 remarking, " The cider was sometimes the color of 
 blood, Judge. I don't like the illustration. I don't, 
 don't, don't ! I like to make money. I can't help it. 
 But, by George ! I wish it could be done without mak- 
 ing anybody unhappy. Millions of money made by 
 making millions of men mad ! It isn't God's way. 
 Anna don't like it." 
 
 All this history young Horicon did not fully know. 
 But he knew enough to be certain of the cordial 
 hatred in which Hartley had been held for years by 
 his fellow-citizens. He knew, too, that of late years 
 something of all this bitterness had been slowly trans-
 
 128 NONE SUCH? 
 
 ferring itself to the millionaire himself. The people 
 asked why he kept Hartley in place. They refused 
 to re-elect the Governor by a considerable majority on 
 his second canvass. Politics are dangerous for very 
 rich men. The newspapers hold a licensed lantern 
 during campaigns, and speak out with little reserve. 
 
 " Boys," said Horicon, as they had now emerged 
 from the hemlocks, " now listen to me. You are 
 wrong. This great wealth, I repeat, is not mine. I 
 have no remotest hope of it. I am hurt in prospects 
 by the very rumor that I am a favorite with the Gov- 
 ernor. And old Hartley, the scoundrel, has pur- 
 posely circulated this story to do me harm. In 
 my opinion, he will swallow Governor Randall's 
 millions." 
 
 " I allus said so," blurted out one of the men. 
 
 "And he wants' to throw on me the unpopularity 
 which he has always carried." 
 
 " It looks that way, don't it ? " said the same 
 speaker. 
 
 " Hartley is pushing the new reduction of wages ! " 
 exclaimed Horicon. " If I were a rich man Why, 
 boys, is it possible you know me so little as not to 
 know what my theory of the use of great wealth is ? " 
 
 " You are a great church fellow, though, and hand 
 in glove with the kid-gloved beggars. You'd rather 
 give to brothers in Africa to send them to heaven 
 above than to an honest American to help him raise
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 129 
 
 up a family of boys and girls to live in this world." 
 The harsh, unyielding tone of the speaker showed 
 that he was not at all disposed to relax the purpose 
 which had emboldened them to waylay a man in a 
 dark wood at night. 
 
 " Look at me," demanded Horicon. The light 
 was dim, but it sufficed to reveal the young man. 
 " I thought I knew you. Now I am certain. You 
 are Rev. Samuel Althorp's son. You and I are both 
 preachers' sons. You are the young man who gradu- 
 ated from the high school two years ago, and pro- 
 posed to be yourself a preacher." 
 
 "Yes," replied young Althorp, "Peter Althorp, 
 that's who I am, apostle of liberty, called, by the 
 prophets of St. Greed, labor agitator." 
 
 " What do you want, Althorp ? " 
 
 " That you meet us face to face at the Labor 
 Assembly to-morrow morning. You dare not." 
 
 " I attend church Sabbath mornings," replied Hori- 
 con soberly, and yet with a hesitation that showed 
 reflection. In fact, his mind was oppressed. If it 
 had been told him a year before that he, his father's 
 son, reared in the Methodist Church, would so much 
 as indulge the thought of breaking the Sabbath by 
 abandoning the church for a noisy labor meeting 
 " where men discuss as near dynamite as they dare." 
 as he had often heard it charged, he would have been 
 shocked beyond measure. But times had changed.
 
 130 NONE SUCH? 
 
 He himself was no longer in the cloistered protection 
 of the school, mingling with happy youth solely, who 
 saw the world from a schoolroom or a playground, 
 nor shut up to the calm and believing society of the 
 parsonage. 
 
 "What say you? " sharply broke in Althorp upon 
 his meditations. " Would Jesus Christ refuse to 
 come down to our hall if he were in town to-morrow; 
 that is, after he had spent the forenoon being wor- 
 shiped-up at some of the fashionable churches? " 
 
 Aside from the sarcasm and blasphemy in the 
 question, the idea startled Horicon. It seemed so 
 likely that the great Physician would not only not de- 
 cline to go among " these publicans," but would seek 
 the lost sheep that he might confer with them, that 
 Horicon instantly replied in a decision that affected 
 all his after life, 
 
 " I will be there." 
 
 " Good ! good ! " they all said it. 
 
 " Where ? " asked Horicon. 
 
 "At Harmony Hall, off Franklin Street, near 
 Court Street, top floor, at 10.30 A.M. Good-night! 
 Come, boys!" Althorp spoke the order as he gave 
 reply ; and the unknown escort who had been about 
 Horicon broke into a plunging run and were gone, as 
 if they feared to leave him a chance for any condi- 
 tions to his acceptance. 
 
 In fact, however, the following circumstance better
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 131 
 
 explains Grand Master Althorp's sudden departure. 
 A coupe* was at that moment brought to a halt in 
 front of the Glendire, a second-rate hotel in the city, 
 a good two miles away. This coupe's movements 
 might have been known to Althorp ; and surely he 
 must have been aware that Judge Hartley, who 
 alighted from it, might be soon impatient. Hence 
 Althorp's haste, as if he had a delayed report to 
 make. The Judge moved hastily and furtively. He 
 had a key to a certain room, and climbed immediately 
 up to it, without showing a great man's face in the 
 little gossipy office. It was in this room on the 
 second floor that Althorp soon stood face to face 
 with the morose and impatient Judge, attorney to 
 various Randall corporations, and vice-president to 
 others, trustee for various Randall public libraries 
 and asylums, and managing-director of several mis- 
 sionary societies of free thought, not to speak of the 
 office of deacon in the most exclusive church in 
 town, from whence he had, some ten years before 
 this history, resigned when he had judicially de- 
 cided that there was no God. 
 
 "I say, Althorp," the Judge began by way of pre- 
 lude while waiting, " I've been thinking that you 
 must have been a member of my Sunday-school class 
 when I used to be guilty of such foolishness up at 
 the Broad-street Church years ago." 
 
 " I was, Judge," replied the young man, with just
 
 132 NONE SUCH? 
 
 a shadow of pain settling on his pale face. "And 
 the doubts you then expressed about the Bible bore 
 fruit in twelve years with me, though sooner with 
 you, I hear. I, too, have thrown over the idea that 
 there is any great Being who cares for us men 
 except, possibly, as an elephant may care for a fly on 
 his back." 
 
 The Judge laughed bitterly, and yet with a strain 
 of savage exultation in the sound. Then lie squarely 
 opened the subject in hand with : " Althorp, a month 
 ago I gave .you three hundred dollars, and told you 
 there must be no strike at the Randall planing-mills 
 in Maine." 
 
 " You asked my help," was the reply, as Althorp 
 pulled at his feeble black mustache, pinching the 
 hairs, " and there was no strike." 
 
 "True. Make it easy for yourself; you doubtless 
 distributed the money among the widows and orphans 
 of your various lodges." 
 
 Ignoring the sarcasm, Althorp demanded with 
 brazen coolness, " I came to report that Charles 
 Horicon would be present at our Sunday lodge meet- 
 ing." 
 
 " He has assented, has he ? " 
 
 " If he had not assented," said Althorp, " we were 
 prepared to secure his attendance by force in the 
 compromising position of a partaker at a Sabbath- 
 breaking labor agitators' meeting, just before a
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 138 
 
 strike." He pinched his mustache and seemed to 
 be reading from a memorandum of instructions, 
 though the hand held before him was empty. 
 
 "Good ! Now I shall surprise you," continued the 
 Judge, rubbing his chin. 
 
 " You will not unless it be in the size of your 
 contribution." Althorp now gave him an unquailing 
 shot from his own black eyes, the first time that they 
 had been lifted. The feeble black mustache was left 
 to itself now. 
 
 " I shall surprise you. I have twice paid you 
 loaned you several hundreds of dollars that there 
 should be no strikes at certain times." 
 
 "Now you will loan me a thousand dollars that 
 there be a big strike among all the switchmen of the 
 main line, and the blame of it is to be laid on Charles 
 Horicon. Oh, I know you ! " 
 
 Judge Hartley stepped to the window, but it was 
 closed, even on this hot night ; to the door, turned 
 the key, opened it, closed it, locked it; 'but even then 
 seemed to fear some one might hear so strange a tale 
 I as this promoting a strike by a chief official of a rail- 
 road for an end of his own. 
 
 " Oh, there is no one to hear," said the labor-leader 
 calmly. " The programme will be faithfully carried 
 out. The strike will occur. There will be some 
 bloodshed, possibly a fire or two, and the usual news- 
 paper howl. But your man will be ruined. Price, 
 a thousand dollars."
 
 134 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Heavens, man ! you come high." 
 
 " But you must have me." 
 
 " Not a bit of it, Althorp. There are others high 
 in influence among these workingmen." 
 
 " Yes, Judge Hartley, but not many, thank the 
 Fates, who will sell out their brethren as I do to- 
 night." 
 
 Hartley walked nearer his young pupil. The 
 Judge was never seated when excited, and he had not 
 asked Althorp to be seated. He brought his hand 
 down squarely on the young man's shoulder, reply- 
 ing to the last remark, " My young friend, I have 
 always, yes, sir, always bought peace with the 
 strikers. There is not a man in America who 
 employs help who does not have the chance to do it. 
 Any man is a fool who does not do it, for otherwise 
 it means fight. Capital is a coward, and a coward 
 always sneaks. I don't deny it. But, my young 
 friend, a sneak can always win." 
 
 " I should say there was a good deal of the sneak 
 in your hesitation to pay me a thousand dollars now," 
 replied Althorp without quailing. 
 
 "Your price is too high." 
 
 " Price, you old oppressor ! " hissed Althorp, break- 
 ing away from the lawyer's hold. " See what you ask. 
 You are playing a game for thirty-five millions of 
 dollars." 
 
 "Who told you that?"
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 135 
 
 "Am I master workman amidst these very 
 millions, millions wrung out like blood drops from 
 my uncle, my two brothers, three sisters, slaves in 
 yonder old factory of Randall's since the law would 
 permit, and wrung, sir, out of me, for are not my 
 lungs full of steel till I am doomed to die in five 
 years? I, who have breathed above Randall's 
 emery wheels till I can scarcely breathe the free air 
 that I have stepped into since I rebelled, and began 
 to match his plottings with plottings of my own, do 
 you suppose I do not know your game? Have I 
 no thought or care what becomes of my millions 
 yes, sir, my millions ? " 
 
 " There, there," softly expostulated the attorney. 
 " Don't argue. You say a thousand dollars ? " 
 
 " No ; I say a thousand dollars for thoroughly 
 blackening the name of an old schoolmate, Horicon, 
 in the estimation of Governor Randall. I say five 
 hundred dollars more for breaking the heart of a 
 beautiful girl, for I do not believe she will marry 
 Governor Randall and console herself " 
 
 " Great Heavens ! you accursed spy ! " exclaimed 
 the Judge. "What are you saying?" At the same 
 time the Judge offered to pull the long red-tasseled 
 call-bell rope, but at once thought better of it. 
 
 Althorp now leaned against the mantel, pinching 
 the feeble mustache and talking to the floor appar- 
 ently, as his eyes wandered from one worn figure to
 
 136 NONE SUCH? 
 
 another of the carpet. " No, there are yet five hun- 
 dred dollars more to be added for doing an injury to 
 still another beautiful girl whom your son dotes on. 
 You mean to break off that match. Oh, do not 
 squirm ! What is this city but a big village in which 
 we all Dorothea Mayfield, Hennie Sampson, your 
 son, my sisters, brothers, and myself have grown 
 up together in the high school ? Our fathers were 
 all poor together. The Fates have given Randall, 
 Sampson, and you millions, but Mr. Mayfield and my 
 father beggar's graves. I know what I am saying." 
 
 A low, long whistle was the great attorney's only 
 reply. 
 
 " And as I am to let the strike go on, one of the 
 most disastrous, possibly, in the history of this town, 
 with dynamite at the Boston end, I say I'll add one 
 thousand dollars more to my price if you hesitate 
 any longer." Althorp held the smallest pinch of 
 that black mustache tightly between his thumb and 
 fingers, as if it were the gullet of the Judge, and he 
 was squeezing his life out of him. 
 
 " Here, here," was Hartley's surrendering reply, 
 as he produced his plethoric pocket-book and began 
 to count out the bills, laying them one by one on the 
 table. 
 
 " There are only five one hundred dollar bills," 
 said Althorp, merely deigning to count from his 
 place by the mantel.
 
 THERE WILL YET HE THOUSANDS. 137 
 
 " That was what I expected to pay. It is more 
 than we pay for the average alderman or legis- 
 lator at the capital. You will trust me for the rest. 
 Two thousand dollars ! Phew! These workingmen 
 are" 
 
 " Getting more than your father got for his toil, 
 who was a horseshoer at the Four Corners," sneered 
 Al thorp. 
 
 " Well, well, say no more. A check is out of the 
 question, of course. I must get you bills. You will 
 trust me?" 
 
 "Trust you? That's too good. Why, you old 
 worshiper of other men's dollars, you would walk 
 on your hands and knees up to the hemlocks by 
 Monday night to meet me and pay me, if necessary. 
 I come high, but I Lm rare." 
 
 Was he rare ? Some say yes, some say no, this 
 walking delegate, master workman, and what not. 
 He had sold the future very confident!}", and seemed 
 to feel able to deliver the goods. Such speculation 
 is not rare among capitalists surely ; but whether 
 Althorp was rare in his purchasable treason is the 
 question. Why did he sell out so cheaply? That is 
 the most natural element in the affair when you come 
 to think of it. He loved power, but real wealth would 
 have dethroned him among his fellows. Envy and 
 jealousy would pry down his throne. A few thou- 
 sand, please, to go and come on, to buy a man or two
 
 138 NONE SUCH? 
 
 with, price, ten dollars ; to put away in a savings 
 bank for the sure day of abdication. But money for 
 dress, for palace, for acres of lawn, for horses, pictures, 
 servants, the millionaire's prizes of life ? never. 
 Twenty-five hundred dollars will do this time.
 
 THEliE \\'1LL YET BE THOUSANDS. 139 
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 " DOROTHEA, I am going to do a strange thing," 
 said Charley Horicon the next morning. He stood 
 in front of the Widow Mayfield's cottage, dressed in 
 his best, as became the day ; but there was little of 
 Sabbath rest in the young man's anxious face. In 
 fact, he had passed the night in more or less wakeful 
 study of his life problem, anxious-, like one who had 
 come to the parting of the ways. 
 
 " What are you going to do on Sunday, Charley ? " 
 asked Dorothea as she rose up to greet him, casting 
 down the preparation of her Sunday-school lesson 
 work, where it fluttered unheeded on the veranda step. 
 She put her arm through his and started to conduct him 
 across the little grass plot to the shade of the big maple 
 in the corner of the yard. How lovely she looked in 
 her big white hat and soft white dress trimmed with 
 pink ribbons, fluttering in the breeze! Her quick 
 anxiety as she read her lover's face \vas very charm- 
 ing to him. As she put up a pretty hand to hold on 
 her hat, the movement caught one of her curls, and 
 sent that flying with her ribbons. The young man 
 patiently, and bunglingly, of course, from his own 
 point of view, helped to catch and make fast these 
 airy nothings that bind men's hearts like hawsers,
 
 140 NONE SUCH? 
 
 and meanwhile forced his resolution for a dire con- 
 fession. 
 
 " I am going to attend the Sunday morning session 
 of the workingman's church, the Church of St. Tubal 
 Cain." 
 
 Her brown eyes certainly took him all in, from 
 head to foot, but not his meaning. So he resumed : 
 " I have often called your attention to the fact that 
 not only Ex-Governor Hezekiah Randall and his ilk, 
 but the Jamie Lamoiles, the Peter Althorps, and such 
 people at the other end of the social ladder, do not 
 attend church. These latter are gathered on Sun- 
 days, with the exception of a few whom Miss Hennie 
 Sampson gets to her missions and reading-rooms, in 
 labor halls. There the men discuss, not the will of 
 God, but as near dynamite as they dare. It is not 
 heaven these suffering men are anxious about, but a 
 decent chance in this world." 
 
 "And you are going there?" She actually put 
 away his kind, clumsy fingers as they were reaching 
 again for the strand that held the hat in this breeze. 
 
 " Yes, you old-fashioned saint ! I am going to talk 
 with these men. I am going to ask you to supply 
 my place at St. Ann's Sunday-school for once and 
 your own place too, if I dare, for I must have you 
 with me." 
 
 She stepped clean back out of his reach, and sup- 
 ported herself by clinging to the hammock-rope,
 
 THE HE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 141 
 
 which upward reaching revealed her shapely arm 
 almost in the attitude of thrusting him away. 
 
 " Take me ! " she exclaimed in measureless aston- 
 ishment. 
 
 " I must have a truthful witness to what I say and 
 do there," he added with firmness. 
 
 " It is a snare, anyway, Charley," protested Doro- 
 thea excitedly. " No matter what you say, you will 
 be committed to the side of labor agitation. Depend 
 upon it, Judge Hartley is behind this. You know 
 very well that we are old-fashioned, you and I, in our 
 beliefs on on these subjects." She was so distressed 
 that it was difficult for her to express her mind. 
 
 " I know, dearest, that you believe a woman was 
 made for home and society, not for rostrums. I 
 would not myself allow you, pardon me, I mean 
 I would not ask you, to go on this platform. I only 
 want you to be present to hear me. You yourself 
 are a teacher." 
 
 "Yes," she replied thoughtfully, though as if her 
 mind were busy with the outcome of all this. "A 
 woman may teach, but it is not the most lovable of 
 her offices by any means. She may teach for her 
 bread, say ; but it is not my ideal." 
 
 " No, no," he protested. " There was a man 
 created to earn bread for every woman. I agree 
 with you that Hennie Sampson is wrong. She be- 
 lieves that her philosophies are the cure-all. Women
 
 142 NONE sucii? 
 
 are to be lawyers, physicians, and business characters, 
 not from necessity, by any means, but from choice. 
 She believes in the cure by flowers, Browning, and 
 soups." 
 
 " She thinks herself very religious," added Dor- 
 othea. 
 
 " Yes, after her sort. It is not our religion, by 
 any means," he continued. " She really ought to 
 please Judge Hartley for a daughter-in-law, and 
 probably would, except that she acknowledges a 
 God, and has as profound a reverence for Jesus 
 Christ as she has for Emerson." 
 
 " Almost," said Dorothea sadly. " But she is a 
 dear good girl. She is too good for that family." 
 
 The sweet-toned "Preparation bell " at nine o'clock 
 of the New England Sabbath morning now rung out 
 melodiously from one church spire after another. 
 They were both silent to listen. This once hallowed 
 and welcome sound has of late become rare, even in 
 New England, as cities grow and villages become 
 cities, and men's reverence has not improved nor 
 increased. The girl was in the habit of awaiting the 
 bells, sitting where Horicon just found her, conning 
 her fond task these summer mornings, in preparation 
 for the Sunday-school class, and awaiting, too, Super- 
 intendent Horicon's coming to conduct her to morn- 
 ing service. 
 
 Dorothea Mayfield, watching the clouds that built
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 143 
 
 themselves into castles before her, as they arched the 
 landscape, stretching for miles past the white towers 
 of Glen Theron, had there often had her dreams of a 
 teaching which she never told. Even now, as she 
 caught sight in the distance of the aged Ex-Governor 
 early abroad, as is the wakeful habit of old men, 
 and leading three or four children whom he had 
 mustered at his farmer's and groom's cottages, her 
 woman's heart inspired these dreams anew. The 
 maidenly secret was all her own. What pictures she 
 drew of that fair future and her great career in life ! 
 Many a Sabbath morning, aroused by the melody of the 
 bells, those nine o'clock bells of the New England 
 Sabbath, had she looked away from the imagined 
 chapel-class of little ones, the children of others, for 
 whose sake she was studying the Ancient Book, and 
 dreamed her dream of a home. Did the old Govern- 
 or pelt the distant children with blossoms snatched 
 from the shrubbery ? Did he, there yonder, stumble 
 about with clumsy feet in hide-and-seek among the 
 borders with them? Did he submit to capture, then 
 escape, and shout his victory with the thin tones of 
 age ? Did he now draw a long breath apparently, 
 and give up his bony hands and the skirts of his 
 dressing-jacket to their tugging little cushion-like 
 fingers, as he strolled in happy fatigue across the 
 velvet green ? 
 
 She had her dream, inspired by the scene, a most
 
 144 NONE SUCH? 
 
 maidenly dream, filled up with pictured faces fairer 
 than angels, with herself the center of such a 
 heavenly world, herself not aged nor with answering 
 tones strident by the touch of time, as she called 
 them all by name, this flock of the home. Not Glen 
 Theron, necessarily, oh, not that ! but a home, a life, 
 a world, not famous, only supremely womanly and 
 with Charley, all their own somewhere, anywhere. 
 
 " Dear Charley," recalling herself in reply to his 
 last remark, and if Governor Randall could have 
 heard her it would have enhanced her loveliness so 
 much the more in his old heart, " do not let us, you 
 and I, turn reformers." She threw her white arms 
 over his shoulder, clasping her hands as she leaned 
 upon him and pleaded with him. " The world is so 
 full of people who want to set it right by some new 
 machinery. Let us cling to the old ways, the 
 home, the church, and the old Bible just as it reads. 
 And, Charley, we will belong to our fellowmen too. 
 We will not get apart from them. We will wish to 
 do them any good we can, but we will do it mostly 
 by being good ourselves. You will earn an upright 
 man's living. We will pay our debts, and only ask 
 what you are worth to the world. We will be so 
 old-fashioned, Charley dear, as to let other people's 
 opinions shape themselves, except so far as we can 
 shape them by a wholesome example of the loveliness 
 of faith, hope, and a kindly and refined life. Oh,
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 145 
 
 don't, don't attempt to turn the world over by belong- 
 ing to some new society. Let's love God and each 
 other supremely, love our fellowmen, love health, 
 home, our country, the church, mercy, and letters if 
 you can command the leisure. Let us keep the faith 
 of our fathers to-day and all days." 
 
 "You glorious woman, you! " he answered as he 
 gazed down into her eyes, and realized the strength 
 of her character, as well as the wealth of her affec- 
 tions. " Do you think I am going to cast aside all 
 the creed in which we agree, simply because I pro- 
 pose to lecture on Sunday morning to a company of 
 my fellow-workmen ? " 
 
 " Not that, not that, if that were all. Am I not 
 a working-girl ? I only do acknowledge the utmost 
 faith in the religion and the social laws of our New 
 England as you and I were taught them. It is 
 the love which our Saviour taught us which will, if 
 cherished in men's hearts, Loth employer and em- 
 ployed, settle all these great and horrid problems. I 
 am sick at heart when I see men turning away from 
 the church as they do. I cannot, cannot go with 
 Hennie Sampson when she believes that philosophy 
 is to be substituted for the religion of the cross. See 
 it shine ! " and she pointed to the spire of St. Ann's 
 where the morning sun now rested full, burnishing it 
 against the green hemlocks beyond. 
 
 " This world would get on so much better, no
 
 146 NONE SUCH? 
 
 doubt, if the reformers were not tinkering it so much. 
 That I believe," he said thoughtfully. " But you do 
 not know what I am going to say to these people. 
 Come now, will you accompany me and hear ? " 
 
 She dropped off his shoulder resolutely and re- 
 plied : " No, Charley Horicon ! " The words were 
 the first solid resistance his love had ever encoun- 
 tered. Let those who can recall like first estrangement 
 suddenly threatening a great affection in their own 
 lives measure what it meant to him, yes, and to her 
 who spoke them. 
 
 " What ? And yet I do know that you have never 
 expressed a fear, when I have asked you to some poor 
 man's cottage where disease was. You were not 
 afraid of the diphtheria at the Bates cottage. You 
 sat beside his child, you held it when it died." 
 
 " Yes, I could do that. That is womanly. That 
 is Christian. That was nothing. I am ready now 
 for such an errand. But an harangue, a Sabbath- 
 breaking discussion of wages, of employers and 
 bosses, and eight hours, at a time when men ought to 
 be at prayer that is not my duty. The Church of 
 St. Tubal Cain, indeed ! " 
 
 " You decline to go ? " His face was grave, his 
 firm set mouth and shadowed brow were eloquent of 
 resolve. 
 
 " Go ? " she cried. " Charles Horicon, I will go 
 around the earth with you, meeting weary hearts
 
 THERE \nLL YET BE THOUSANDS. 147 
 
 everywhere, one by one, whispering into despairing 
 ears words of hope anywhere, sharing with empty 
 hands our means to help them help themselves, one 
 by one. Have you not taught me this ? " 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "And that it was nobler to bestow a helpful friend- 
 ship on one and another here and there than to throw 
 millions in a proud, unfeeling lump somewhere a 
 rich man's endowment heaped up like a bushel of 
 meal dumped on the ground where rats could come 
 to eat and run away. That was your own funny 
 simile, and I had to think of it long before I under- 
 stood it." 
 
 " Yes, I said that, dear heart," and he clasped his 
 hands behind him, pacing up and down, studying the 
 summer grass that he pressed with his shoe. " I told 
 you that very few rich men ever stopped to know 
 their fellows; that they had no patience with the 
 human unit, no time to know men's need, one by 
 one. Come, hear me at the Lodge hall." 
 
 " I tell you no, Mister Charley. The Lodges are 
 herds and the grand chiefs are the drivers." A be- 
 witching twinkle of her eyes certainly at a less 
 serious time it would have been bewitching re- 
 minded him again that she quoted him. "You said 
 the mechanic was forbidden to think his own thoughts 
 or live his own life in those great associations- You 
 said the workingman was as much a slave of hi** asso-
 
 148 NONE SUCH? 
 
 elation as the employer of his millions, and neither 
 could be himself." 
 
 " Yes, I said that." 
 
 " You said, and it is the truest thing of all, that if 
 you had millions you would travel up and down the 
 world, finding deserving men whom you would help 
 to live their own lives, as the adorable Saviour 
 receives men in secret, one by one, and listens to 
 their cry. Charley Horicon, I believe in such ser- 
 vice. There is no anarchy in the time when the 
 strong bear one another's burden in that way." She 
 linked her arm through his to bend him towards the 
 elm walk leading to St. Ann's, where her mother was 
 seen awaiting them. 
 
 Why was not this young fellow content to yield? 
 To be sure, there was his promise to Althorp. It 
 caught him. Yet, even without the pledge of his 
 honor, he would have gone to Harmony Hall. Pique 
 may be a mere burr under the saddle, but it has 
 driven many a high spirit wild. He might have con- 
 fessed his promise to the gang in the hemlocks, but 
 that would have distressed her. She ought, he rea- 
 soned, to allow him to be the judge of what was best. 
 Every man experiences a dawn of his lordship and 
 supposed right to be obeyed along about the time 
 when the wedding-day is in sight. It is a part of the 
 happiness, just to try a pull on the left rein, with a 
 caress of the whip; and he almost invariably finds
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 149 
 
 that the filly throws her head wildly and breaks 
 badly. 
 
 " No, Dorothea Mayfield," he said in his choicest 
 bad tones, which were not at all unmusical, though as 
 deep as he could make them. "I must go. You will 
 not go with me ? You deny me this mere trifle ? " 
 
 "It it is no trifle." She was almost sobbing, 
 though she managed to call on her resentment too. 
 "It is a principle. You are beginning a questionable 
 career." 
 
 " I am not." 
 
 " You you are ! " 
 
 " A career ? One would think, Miss Mayfield, I 
 was expecting to be run for Congress by these men." 
 
 " No doubt, Mr. Horicon, your abilities will at once 
 put you in their lead for everything. Oh, I can 
 I must join mamma Indeed, I am not ready for 
 church. My gloves." 
 
 Such trifles as her gloves have wrought great 
 changes in this world. The gloves, moreover, helped 
 her out in her decision, for her heart was fast failing 
 her. Indeed, in her flight across the little lawn and 
 up to her room, as she passed like a Avhite flash, she 
 half intended to yield to him, perhaps, if he did not 
 yield to her, perhaps. But when she reappeared he 
 was gone. 
 
 As for Mr. Horicon, as he walked away, quite 
 probably he voted himself a fool in giving further
 
 150 NONESUCH? 
 
 heed to his pique. He could but reason that the 
 cause of their lovers' quarrel was not so very grave. 
 To give proper weight to the causes of such wars is, 
 however, as difficult as to justly estimate the causes of 
 spats between great nations, involving all Europe for 
 two-thirds of its history. It was a real wound to him ; 
 yet no doubt he would have forgotten and forgiven 
 quite before he reached Harmony Hall, except that 
 he really had secretly prided himself on his speech, and 
 in speech-making the sweet of sweets is the applause 
 of the one who loves you best, and who will whisper 
 afterwards in your hot ears, " Splendid ! " And, 
 moreover, it was politic in arranging for a friendly 
 witness, that he might afterwards subpoena in some 
 social court if he were impeached ; for Charles Hori- 
 con did not intend to say things that would be pop- 
 ular with the mass of his hearers. In facing an 
 unsympathizing audience, not to say a hostile and a 
 stormy, with the loud-mouthed cry of opposition, the 
 fond countenance of one whom you love and who 
 approves is like the harbor light to a sailor in a gale. 
 One steers by the light. There is no light in this 
 world like the light in the face of the one woman of 
 all the world to you. 
 
 At the corner of Franklin and Lock Streets Mr. 
 Horicon encountered a carriage. The liveried coach- 
 man pulled up the bays just in season, and recognized 
 the young gentleman with the smile that is permitted
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 151 
 
 among the ultra-conventionalisms that forbid a coach- 
 man to bow. 
 
 " Good-morning, Jo," said Mr. Horicon, glancing 
 up to the driver. The sound of Horicon's voice must 
 have attracted Miss Hennie Sampson's attention. 
 She showed her face at the carriage window, and 
 promptly touched the bell that halted her turnout 
 just there in the street. There was certainly no con- 
 nivance about this meeting. There was nothing else 
 for Horicon to do but pick his way through the dust 
 and present himself at her carriage window. Had 
 Dorothea Mayfield herself witnessed it all, she could 
 not have taken any exceptions thus far. Had Judge 
 Hartley and Governor Randall seen this meeting, they 
 could not have made out of it anything dishonorable 
 in either the lady's or the gentleman's actions. But 
 though the Judge and the Governor were also mak- 
 ing their way slowly along the streets to Harmony 
 Hall, where the wily lawyer had arranged a secret 
 place for the Governor " to hear with his own ears," 
 yet they were not in sight when Horicon accidentally 
 met Miss Sampson's carriage. 
 
 ."On your rounds among your reading-rooms, I 
 suppose, Miss Sampson," Horicon lifted his hat and 
 accosted the lady. 
 
 " Yes, Mr. Horicon," she answered, giving him her 
 hand through the door which she opened. " But are 
 you not out of place so far from St. Ann's ? "
 
 152 NONE SUCH? 
 
 There was nothing for it but briefly to explain the 
 situation, which he did to a hearer whose features 
 perceptibly lightened with an approving glow as he 
 talked. 
 
 " May I go and listen to you ? " she asked, as he 
 finished. " May I not, indeed, take you to Harmony 
 Hall ? " she urged innocently, at the same time mak- 
 ing place for him beside her on the satin cushion. 
 
 He looked at her searchingly. He decided that 
 she was not blushing. It was the tender hues re- 
 flected from the red upholstery that so became this 
 beautiful woman. Her interest was not in him, he 
 was sure, but in his errand, for she surely approved 
 his errand. Her smile was always cold. It was 
 only intellectually animated now. Yet there was 
 a certain contrast fresh in his mind. That there 
 should be this consciousness of contrast offended his 
 own conscience. At that moment he would have 
 given all the smiles of this rich, handsome philoso- 
 pher's after life for one gracious sunlit beam of that 
 other beautiful woman's face now lowered in tears no 
 doubt over her prayer-book in distant St. Ann's. 
 
 " I am not taking you from other duties ? " he 
 asked by way of regaining his best judgment. 
 
 "Not at all," she responded graciously, as she 
 drew her dainty skirts about her, and made a place 
 for him in a way that left him no choice but to 
 accept the seat.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 153 
 
 "I have known of your remarkable successes in 
 our great man's favor," she said, as they rolled along 
 towards Harmony Hall. There was a decidedly pat- 
 ronizing air, not to say more nearly contempt, in her 
 mention of the unlettered though mighty millionaire. 
 " I have long wished we might be better friends. 
 Papa says you have a great career before you, if you 
 devote yourself to the corporations, and I hear Mar- 
 cellus speak of you cordially." 
 
 " I thank you," he said. " I have gone diligently 
 about my business, and little into society, though 
 young Mr. Hartley has been very kind in inviting 
 me out. I fear he has found me a dull acquaintance." 
 
 " Oh, Marcellus is is harmless," she added, and 
 then seemed to recollect that however it might be 
 with Mr. Horicon and Mr. Marcellus Hartley, Miss 
 Mayfield, her schoolmate and friend, as such friend- 
 ships go, must have kept this young gentleman fully 
 informed in girlish gossip about her own and Mar- 
 cellus Hartley's expectations of an early marriage. 
 However, she had spoken it, and she meant always to 
 speak it, the conscious superiority she felt regarding 
 young Hartley. " Marcellus is all business, you 
 know," she went on. " He has no time for art, for 
 books, for the newest thought of the world. He is a 
 splendid business man, so papa thinks. He will 
 have great cares on his shoulders, no doubt." 
 
 But still she felt conscious she had not bettered
 
 154 NONE SUCH? 
 
 matters much, and except that she had never expe- 
 rienced the sensation, would have begun to feel her- 
 self ill at ease. As they talked on, however, this girl 
 of high ambitions soon began to confess herself un- 
 comfortable and no mistake. This brilliant, strong 
 man at her side, expressing his ideas in rich, manly 
 tones, which contrasted strikingly with the thin voice 
 of the private secretary ; the vigor and force of Hori- 
 con's convictions, whereas her affianced never had 
 convictions that he maintained against hers ; the 
 charm of Horicon's handsome and manly person sit- 
 ting there and taking room, where the spare, nervous, 
 and half-invalid quill-driver had so often sat and left 
 her silks all the space they needed and more, these 
 things were having their effect upon the brilliant 
 woman. She found herself deferring to the man, 
 half agreeing, and always wishing to please and win 
 his approval. She wondered why she had not discov- 
 ered him before. She regretted her engagement with 
 Marcellus in a purely intellectual decision that she 
 reserved for future consideration. Having no heart, 
 this cost her no pain. Having brains, the possible 
 necessity for this caused her mental chagrin. Being 
 an only child and prospectively rich, it seemed to her 
 easy, however, to adjust things, if she should on more 
 mature reflection decide that it was best. It did not 
 at first enter her mind that Mr. Horicon himself might 
 be secretly questioning about her. That was the
 
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 charm of the girl. She was never self-conscious. 
 She was selfish in the highest form of the fault ; that 
 is, she never thought of herself. She knew she was 
 superb, and that ended it. As for others, she be- 
 lieved they acknowledged it, and that ended it. 
 Had she seen the struggle of pique that was going 
 on in this young man's mind, had she realized how 
 he was weighing her opinions, so brilliantly expressed 
 it was when she suddenly detected all this in him 
 that she became ill at ease. 
 
 " Our rich man," she had just remarked, " should 
 put a copy of Browning in every young working- 
 girl's hands, and should print by the million such 
 books for men as Matthew Arnold's ' Literature and 
 Dogma.' Governor Randall's millions should cover 
 the land with Henry George's ' Progress and Poverty.' 
 Faith is dead. Science is her successor. Each man 
 should be educated to that degree of power that no 
 one man could be superior and gather his millions." 
 
 Horicon regarded her, this young girl graduate of 
 Harvard Annex, talking political economies from a 
 full heart, or head rather, on her way to the Church 
 of St. Tubal Cain. For all that she was indeed su- 
 perb. Her dress was faultless. She was clad in a 
 light blue silk with a broad brimmed white hat 
 trimmed with blue forget-me-nots, while she toyed 
 with a white parasol which fell partly open be- 
 neath her shapely hand and made a pretty show of
 
 156 NONE SUCH? 
 
 white lace trimming. Her philosophy had never 
 made her indifferent to dress. Her blue eyes, large 
 and speaking; her full brow revealed by the old 
 Grecian parting of her hair, which showed its wavy 
 blond plaits to perfection ; her Grecian nose remind- 
 ing one of the Venus of Milo ; her mobile, sensitive 
 mouth, with its gleam of white pearls when she 
 smiled; her magnificent complexion, this practiced 
 equestrienne and devotee of athletics, really, it 
 was well for the loyal and piqued Horicon that the 
 carriage was now arrived at the door of Harmony 
 Hall. 
 
 Miss Sampson and Mr. Horicon ran the gantlet 
 of rough fellows who fringed the narrow doorway, 
 and were met by Delegate Althorp to be conducted 
 to the rostrum. 
 
 " If 'twas anybody but her," muttered a working- 
 man at the door, pulling a hand from his pocket to 
 point to the coupe and horses, " I'd like t' smash in 
 the winders. Git up there, driver," at the same time 
 emptying his mouth with a shot at the glistening 
 wheels. " Even her carriage mustn't block the way 
 for the assembling of the sovereign people." 
 
 " She ! " came as an echoing hiss from a fellow- 
 workman. "Who's she, after all? We know 'er. 
 T' be sure, she moves about among us folks. But 
 it's only a fad o' her'n. It's the fashion, my boy. 
 She's no heart."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 157 
 
 " But she's a mighty fine-look in' girl, though," said 
 another, rapping his pipe empty and filling it afresh 
 for his more comfortable hearing up-stairs. 
 
 A room that would accommodate a thousand, but 
 that now held surely twelve hundred, not counting 
 Judge Hartley and Governor Randall, who would soon 
 be here, entering through a side door where they were 
 to be concealed in a convenient office ; a room where 
 some young men smoked, but most older men had 
 not yet quite come to that, for neatly dressed women 
 and a few children were there. Were not the women 
 partners in this business? The wives of the poor 
 have more influence in the destinies and management 
 of the home than the wives of the rich. The chil- 
 dren of the poor know all and suffer all ; but, thank 
 God, there at least are children or the race would 
 perish. These boys are the future Governor Ran- 
 dalls ; but they hate him now and jeer and cat-call 
 his name. The noise of many voices, not loud but 
 constant, is in lieu of organ and hymn in this Church 
 of St. Tubal Cain. Who says this is better music f 
 for the soul than hymns of praise ? Many say it 
 nowadays. 
 
 The mass gradually comes to order ; for these are 
 all thinkers, and serious business is on hand, not 
 eternities, but eight hours of time, vastly more im- 
 portant, since most of these men have come to believe 
 that time is all there is for man, in the creed of St.
 
 158 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Tubal Cain. Doubtless this is wiser than the old 
 idea, though Dorothea Mayfields, dear souls, think it 
 shocking. 
 
 The master reads no ancient musty book, that 
 " Book for all the weary and heavy laden," telling of 
 infinite love and infinite justice. No ; he reads a call 
 to arms written by another St. Peter, the inspired 
 Althorp. The advantage is, for Sunday business, 
 that St. Peter Althorp is up to date. So are many 
 other saints whose epistles are consulted. The wrath, 
 the fiery denunciation of riches and power in other 
 people's hands, the merciless mention of millionaires' 
 names, are so much more wholesome for the soul, a 
 real food for moral growth beyond anything that 
 " smooth-tongued clergymen " are wont to elsewhere 
 speak in the ears of penitent men and gentle women 
 and little children. It might not seem so to you, 
 reverent, womanly Dorothea Mayfield. The sins that 
 are mentioned here are other men's sins. The repent- 
 ance that is demanded is other men's repentance. 
 All the bad hearts that need conversion are outside 
 Harmony Hall the " scabs " who will not join our 
 particular parish of Church of St. Tubal Cain ; the 
 men who belong to the rival order of the Knights of 
 the New Confederation, "miserable come-outers," who 
 furnish, with rich employers, the only hook by which 
 a belief in hell yet hangs. These are the sinners. 
 Their conversion is sought by no canting phrases and
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 159 
 
 maudlin tears. No, they are to be converted by force, 
 which is so much better than the way at St. Ann's. 
 Prayers ? We have done with them here. If there 
 be a God, he is asleep. God is mentioned, it must 
 be confessed, and frequently. But the reference is 
 not flattering to divinity. 
 
 " Mr. Charles Horicon, ladies and gentlemen." 
 The introduction was very abrupt. His greeting was 
 this much kindly, that it was a silent stare. What 
 has such as he to say here? 
 
 This among other things. 
 
 " Wealth, young men, is one of the prizes of life. 
 If you want the prize, you must pay the price. You 
 and I must, for we do not inherit it. I am not de- 
 cided that I will pay for it the price of leisure for 
 reading, for flowers, for friends, for sunshine. The 
 price is your health, your contentment, often your 
 home loves. To be very rich one must be a chained 
 slave." 
 
 He spoke the best thought of his inmost soul's 
 reflections. His voice was melody. His presence 
 was gracious. He was eloquent because right and 
 truthful. He cursed no one, and spoke no words of 
 envy nor war. The audience were disappointed, but 
 enchained. 
 
 " Young men have done most of the great things 
 in human history. Philip and Alexander were both 
 young men when they filled the world with their
 
 160 NONE SUCH? 
 
 fame. Caesar was but seventeen when lie began to 
 attract the attention of Rome, and at thirty-seven 
 was elected Pontifex Maximus. Demosthenes and 
 Cicero won fame as boys among their associates. 
 Napoleon, victor in Italy at twenty-six ; Grant, com- 
 mander of the Union Army at forty-three ; yes, and 
 Sherman, famous at forty-one ; and Sheridan [ap- 
 plause] at about thirty-one ; and Kilpatrick, the 
 Brooklyn clothier's clerk [applause], who swung into 
 the saddle, a great leader, at twenty-seven, all teach 
 the same lesson of hope to you boys and youths 
 before me." 
 
 Horicon spoke of Edison's youthful achievements, 
 which he had not equaled by any fruit of his brain 
 since he was a very young man. He spoke of Cor- 
 nelius Vanderbilt's youth, when he dropped the 
 ferry-boat oars and conceived his railroad success; 
 of the kings of finance, successful within the limits 
 of youthful manhood, the Rockefellers, the Jay 
 Goulds, Chauncey M. Depew, and ex-Governor Ran- 
 dall. The audience did not cheer, but they listened. 
 " For," he went on, " whatever your opinion of the 
 men, their careers show you boys what you may hope 
 for among the prizes of life if you have it in you 
 and are willing to pay the awful price." 
 
 Horicon turned to more sacred names. " Moses 
 was not over forty-one years of age, David but six- 
 teen, Paul probably not over thirty-five, when our
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 161 
 
 common Father called and they obeyed for great ser- 
 vice. And the Lord and Saviour of us all had no 
 gray among his brown locks when the wicked crowned 
 him, King of suffering and of mercy, with the cruel 
 thorns." 
 
 The audience still listened. The pathos of the 
 speaker clothed his voice with a charm that moved 
 the women to old memories of worshipful hours in 
 those " defunct churches " under English hedgerows 
 and amid the valleys of rural New England. 
 
 " Man is born of woman with great inequality of 
 powers. God sees that for the best. We can never 
 expect nature to do differently. One woman's son is 
 Daniel Webster. Another woman's son, or another 
 son of the same woman, is a feeble creature. The 
 Daniel Websters must serve from love. The rich 
 man must divide, not by law, but by love. They 
 themselves, who have riches, must compel themselves 
 to divide. We cannot compel them. That is the 
 solution of all. Governor Randall has a kind heart 
 [hisses]. He is far from a happy man [cries of 
 ' Good enough for him ! ']. It is his genius to ac- 
 cumulate. He is not dead yet. He will think out 
 some great and good plan " 
 
 Then they rose on him and cried at him : " You 
 know what, eh ? " 
 
 " Tell us." 
 
 "Are you to be his heir? "
 
 162 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Horicon folded his arms and waited for silence. 
 When it was restored, he resumed : " I am done 
 probably, with Governor Randall." 
 
 Pie should have seen Miss Hennie Sampson's look 
 of wonder as these words fell on her ears. 
 
 " I am a workingman like you. I shall leave you 
 to your long and wretched strike, for I know Peter 
 Althorp has sold you out." 
 
 The answering uproar was a single burst of wrath, 
 for the agitator had fed them on class hatred till they 
 had made him their idol. After the one wild, yelling 
 protest, when many were on their feet, and some had 
 sprung with clenched hands into the aisles, there was 
 a sudden portentous silence. The silence was caused 
 by Althorp himself, who had taken one stride, with 
 lifted hand, and stood, white with suppressed rage, 
 at Horicon's side. 
 
 " Take that back ! " demanded Althorp. 
 
 " I reiterate it," was the orator's calm reply. 
 
 Althorp quailed ; for there was good in him, and it 
 witnessed to the truth. He was alarmed, too, for 
 he wondered if Judge Hartley had bungled his job 
 somewhere. In the ante-room the Judge lost color 
 also, for the listening Governor plucked him by the 
 sleeve and seemed about to ask an explanation. 
 
 "I not only charge you," resumed Horicon, mag- 
 nificent in his calm and awful impeachment, "with 
 promoting labor troubles for hire, I charge that you
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 163 
 
 have lost your natural sweetness of temper, and have 
 grown a sour-hearted, loveless teacher of these peo- 
 ple. You are most unhappy. Why do you not take 
 up some honest work, Althorp, to gain the advance- 
 ment in life which your talents and education war- 
 rant? Set these working people the example of a 
 good home with a wife and happy children, and a 
 prosperous industry swelling your bank account 
 yearly. Preach by being yourself a happy man. It 
 is the best way of preaching. Build your own shop, 
 manufacture your own patents. You have several. 
 Just where you stand to-day, in possibilities, stood 
 the Governor Randalls of forty years ago. Men prate 
 that times have changed. Yes, because so few men 
 nowadays dare to think out and live their own lives. 
 Every man is forced to belong to some iron-bound 
 association. As for me, I will take no vows but to 
 my country and my church. The land is yet free. 
 The church of the New Testament, if we could only 
 return to it as it was, a simple company of followers 
 of Jesus, moving about where he led, that would 
 be free. Times have changed, say you? The sun- 
 light, the air, the earth, the forces of nature, are the 
 same. God himself breaks the monopolies by giving 
 us electricity when steam is cornered, aluminum when 
 iron is cornered, great Texas and the new Canada when 
 land is cornered. It is a beautiful world and a grand 
 age, if the new reformers will let us alone. These
 
 164 NONE SUCH? 
 
 quack doctors of the world, who are dosing the age 
 with the new truth out on them ! There is one old 
 truth, the Bible you reject ; one great Physician, the 
 Christ in whom you were most of you christened. 
 He loved this world. He called us to admire the lilies 
 which he had created. I want to live here long. 
 To truly and wisely love this life is to make sure of 
 the next." 
 
 " By George ! " exclaimed Governor Randall with- 
 in his room of concealment. "' I like that, Hartley." 
 An instant more and the aged Governor had advanced 
 from his chair and opened wide the connecting door 
 upon the stage. He had stood there at Horicon's 
 back, unseen by him, but fully revealed to the as- 
 sembly the most of the time of this last eloquent 
 burst of Horicon's address. No doubt it was the 
 sight of " the old man " that had to some degree 
 restrained the wonder-struck audience, as it surely 
 must have restrained the enraged Althorp. 
 
 " If I live," kindling for one last word Horicon 
 resumed, " I will keep to this old creed. I will wish 
 to do good to many men. I will do good to many 
 men. I will do willful injury to no man. I will use 
 such means as I have with my own hand, helping one 
 by one other men to live their own lives. I will do 
 this myself, not by machinery. If I were very rich, 
 as I never expect to be, I would still do this by my 
 own hand, I say, not by aldermen, not by managers, 
 nor by trustees, nor by executors."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 165 
 
 " By George, Horicon, you shall have a chance to 
 try ! " The old Governor towered above them all. 
 He had the astonished Horicon in an instant by both 
 hands, which he had seized, while in his handsome 
 white-fringed face there shone a light brighter than 
 the sunlight of June.
 
 166 NONE SUCH? 
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 " I EEALLY must be allowed to add my congratula- 
 tions upon this fine address," said Miss Sampson, 
 advancing at once to the side of Mr. Horicon. She 
 evidently did not understand the import of Governor 
 Randall's remark. To her his words, coupled with 
 his enthusiastic manner, were the mere outburst of an 
 old man's admiration, and perhaps the expression of 
 his strong approval of a speech which was calculated 
 to avert a troublesome strike. 
 
 But Horicon did not turn to her. In fact, he could 
 not, for the Governor held him with unrelaxed grasp. 
 The two men stood gazing fixedly into each other's 
 faces. The flush of his speech was still upon Hori- 
 con. But a greater excitement was fast sweeping 
 into his mind the swift change of destiny. It was 
 only eighteen hours ago that he felt himself a dis- 
 charged employe* with only all the world before him 
 and his Dorothea where to choose, and with this rich 
 old man an envenomed rival and enemy. Now he 
 was the idol of that same old man ; for nothing less 
 than an idolizing enthusiasm beamed upon him from 
 Randall's face, and thrilled through his nervous grasp 
 of the hands. Horicon did not take into his new 
 problem the dangerous, sinister look of the man
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 167 
 
 Althorp, who was still standing there, pinching his 
 feeble black mustache very hard. Nor did he notice 
 the impassive stare of the astounded Judge, whose 
 square lower jaw was adrop, and rubbing his chin, and 
 who almost without thinking what he did, one would 
 have said, drew near the little Grand Master. Evi- 
 dently one had better know what sort of a speech a 
 man will make, as well as the place, next time one 
 plots to use a man. 
 
 " What say you, my boy ? " asked the Governor of 
 his gardener. " I was right, Hartley, at first. The 
 fellow's got the gold in him. He's my man. By 
 George ! he made me think of my Rob when he used 
 to declaim at the high school. He's Rob over again, 
 men," as if he thought some of the older workmen 
 might remember his only boy. " Horicon, you're 
 myself over again, and bettered. You shall do it, 
 you shall do it! Hartley," but the Governor did not 
 turn his head to say it, " I did not " then his natu- 
 ral caution caught him, and the rest of the sentence 
 "destroy the will " was not spoken in all these 
 curious ears. 
 
 Meanwhile Horicon had not managed to open his 
 lips, but he had managed to let his eyes meet those 
 marvelous eyes of the superb woman who stood 
 reaching out in vain her pretty gloved hands to him. 
 " You see I am helpless, Miss Sampson," he finally 
 got tongue to say.
 
 168 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Yes, I've got him," reiterated the Governor ; " but 
 you may have one hand, Miss Sampson. Glad to see 
 you here, Miss," and in a perfectly unsuspecting way 
 he gave his own left hand to the young lady while 
 he yielded Horicon's. What wisdom has an old 
 financier to detect a handsome woman's coquetry? 
 
 "Thank you, Governor Randall," said Miss Samp- 
 son, rustling her silks, and all genuine excitement. 
 " It is a great privilege to have heard good oratory, 
 though one might not agree with all the sentiments 
 of the speaker." The roguish smile and pretty toss 
 of her bright head with the last sentence should not 
 have deceived an observer. She would have sur- 
 rendered all her opinions that very moment to this 
 young man's wish. 
 
 " Jupiter ! we're saved ! " whispered Judge Hartley 
 to Althorp. For the Judge had seen what Governor 
 Randall, the old blunderer, did not see, the girl's 
 decided surrender. 
 
 " What ? Miss Sampson ? " demanded the great 
 manager of dollars. " You hear anything to object to 
 in all this ? Heavens ! It's wisdom by the chunk the 
 boy's been getting off to 'em. I say, Charley, I'm 
 going to call you Charley, being it's Sunday and 
 we ain't in business hours, I say, will you do 
 it?" 
 
 " Do what, Governor Randall ? " Horicon at length 
 responded. " Your congratulations are exceedingly
 
 TUEEE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 169 
 
 welcome, my dear sir. I had no idea you were with- 
 in three miles of this place." 
 
 "This is no time to talk, my son," answered the 
 financier, who had now almost in a moment resumed 
 that perfect self-possession which was one of the 
 secrets of his success. Then, too, the assembly had 
 broken up. Others were upon the platform. Eager 
 and kindly hands were reaching up to grasp the 
 young orator's, and women pressed forward to call 
 God to bless him. The throng about the rostrum 
 were of one sentiment. But the audience had not 
 been unified, by any means ; and noisy, yes, here and 
 there even fierce, discussions were echoing from little 
 knots. The confusion gave the old Governor a good 
 chance to accost individuals with " How are ye, 
 John ? " " Hullo, Tim," and " Well, well, Jack. Hain't 
 seen ye for a year," as he yielded his hand right and 
 left to his working people, more than one of whom, 
 now with graying locks and stiffened arms, had been 
 in his employ for long years. The men whom he 
 accosted so cordially by name had been his associates 
 at the lumber yards when he and they began life's 
 battle together, he soon becoming their youthful 
 employer, though constantly working with them, 
 utilizing that " nest-egg," his little capital of long 
 ago. 
 
 "Boys ! " the Governor cried out in unfeigned de- 
 light, as he danced about amid their greetings. " I
 
 170 NONE SUCH? 
 
 say, boys, I feel almost like making a speech myself. 
 Why don't I see more of you ? Confound it ! I hain't 
 no time. I'm drove to death, boys, but I'm one of 
 you just the same as ever. I have old John Clarkson 
 up to the house." 
 
 " Hurrah, for John Clarkson ! " some one shouted. 
 
 " Hurrah for Ki Randall ! " said a white-haired 
 forgeman, his face gleaming with as kindly a glow 
 now as it frowned with scowling envy an hour ago. 
 The cheers were given right royally. 
 
 How easy it is always for the successful man to 
 melt the hearts of the weary and disappointed who 
 follow him with envious eyes. All these working- 
 men were perfectly honest this moment in their 
 affection for their great employer. Yes, these about 
 Randall now would have fought for him now, these 
 who, equally honest, an hour ago would have fought 
 against him. What had done it? He had come 
 among them. He had acknowledged himself a 
 brother man by every word and gesture. That was 
 all. Were they snobs to be pleased with a rattle 
 shaken in patronizing them ? No ! snobs do not 
 work for a living, as a rule ; that is, with their 
 hands. 
 
 " Ki, we used to see more of you," spoke out clearly 
 one of the men. " You used to get time to walk about 
 in the foundry and the yards, and talk to old friends. 
 Clarkson often does now."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 171 
 
 " Yes, yes, by George ! " replied the millionaire in 
 almost a broken voice. " I've got too much on me, 
 Norton." 
 
 O ye patent-reformers, do you see that? The 
 smile that broke over the rugged face of Norton, as 
 the now millionaire playmate of fifty years ago called 
 him so readily by name ? Such a remembering is " a 
 bugle-call worth a thousand men " to fight down 
 strikes. Norton got his old wife up presently, and 
 pulled " Hannah " along to shake hands. Then he 
 stumped on and brought up two of his sons to shake 
 hands. There was another Norton 'son, by the way, 
 not now present, a struggling young politician in 
 Chicago, who had at the time of a well-known civic 
 horror cheered for the anarchists. This dangerous, 
 brainy young Chicagoan will get a mother's letter 
 to-night, speaking kindly words of the New England 
 millionaire. A stone thrown by a mother's hand in 
 the deep pool of a boy's mind makes a wide circle on 
 the waters. Eighteen newspaper editorials denoun- 
 cing anarchists will not affect the young politician's 
 mind so much. 
 
 " To tell the truth, Webster how are ye, Jim 
 I'm bored to death with business. Oh! is that 
 you, Keats ? By George, men, I'm just driven to 
 death ! I have more on me than I used to have. I 
 don't know as I'm any happier." The Governor had 
 stepped down from the rostrum, and was moving in
 
 172 NONE SUCH? 
 
 and out among his people, standing with his hands 
 011 his hips, bowing and chatting. "I ought to see 
 more of you. Come up to the house. By George ! 
 I'm going to take Clarkson's suggestion and have 
 you all hands up there on Christmas or Thanks- 
 giving." 
 
 " Have that young chap, Horicon, make a speech," 
 cried out some one. 
 
 "Yes; to be sure. Where is he?" And in a ner- 
 vous way the Governor, bethinking him of his un- 
 finished conversation with Horicon, began looking 
 about for that yo'ung man of destiny. " Is he gone ? 
 I say, Hartley," he cried, raising his voice, "find 
 Horicon. Detain him. I ivant to see him, want to 
 see him this afternoon too. I'm off to the South- 
 west, you know, to-morrow." 
 
 The attorney was too shrewd to reply aloud. In 
 fact, it seemed to him wiser to wait, for affairs were 
 working with a fatality of evil in his own way so 
 unexpectedly that he could hardly believe his own 
 senses. At the precise moment that his employer 
 yelled out his peremptory order to him, the attorney 
 was watching Mr. Horicon and Miss Sampson. The 
 two had slowly mov r ed through an ante-room, the 
 bright girl fairly storming the young man with her 
 genteel attentions. All her movements were well- 
 bred, delicate, and therefore most efficient. She was 
 certainly avenging herself in a woman's own way.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 173 
 
 As he had captured her, her pride and dawning 
 affection ? demanded that she capture him in order 
 to maintain real mastery of the field. 
 
 "Let them alone, Althorp," the Judge was whis- 
 pering. " Don't, for the devil's own sake, say a word 
 to him. You must not, at any time, take him out of 
 my hands. Swallow your resentment. I'll loan you 
 all the money you want. In five minutes more she'll 
 have him in her carriage. Just to think of it ! Was 
 there ever anything so lucky? Here we were knocked 
 into a cocked hat twenty minutes ago ; but now, 
 there they go down the stairs ! Don't speak. The 
 Governor? I see he's still busy. Now, I do believe 
 there must be a devil, the thing is so complete. 
 Quick ! " and he gave Althorp a push. " Step to the 
 window. Has she got him into the carriage ? " 
 
 " He's in," presently the obedient Althorp seemed 
 by a gesture to reply Then in a low tone : " She is 
 giving the coachman orders to go up the hill towards 
 Horicon's lodge. Now she's getting in." 
 
 " Governor ! " The Judge shouted it. " Mr. 
 Horicon is going up the hill towards the lodge in 
 Glen Theron. Shall we overtake him? " 
 
 The unsuspecting Governor disengaged himself 
 from his admirers with a warmer feeling in his old 
 heart than he had had for many a long, lonely day. 
 At the door every man cheered him, this man of 
 power who was for the most part but a Name in the
 
 174 NONE SUCH? 
 
 great, growing city, an invisible, all-pervading Influ- 
 ence that touched everything and everybody every- 
 where, and was the familiarized thought of their 
 mornings and evenings, summers and winters, year 
 after year. But now this Name had stood among 
 them again. They had seen that It was he, flesh and 
 blood and human soul too. They had seen It look- 
 ing sad, weary, ageing, and heard It laugh with 
 real delight at the greetings of their own human- 
 ity, young and old, this puissant Name, Governor 
 Randall. 
 
 " Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! " These people all 
 gloried in their great man. They all acknowledged 
 his superiority. They, these freemen and no serfs, 
 were all proud to belong to him when he showed 
 that he belonged to them in the wide brotherhood. 
 
 All ? Not all. Director Sampson, not present 
 here, of course, played the snob and belonged to 
 Randall for what he could make out of him. Ditto 
 the aldermen, ditto the college people and hospital 
 and library people, and the newly rich and the old- 
 family-Broad-Street-blue-blood people, who antedated 
 him a generation, all acting in accord for one thing at 
 least. These must all have been snobs. They bowed 
 to Randall's money, while they affected contempt for 
 the man when he was not present. No one knew this 
 better than he. Hence he was never happy in the 
 midst of their adulations. No, not all, let it be con-
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 175 
 
 fessed, honestly gloried in their great man. For at 
 the door of Harmony Hall also the new young apos- 
 tles of Altruism muttered, as the old man and his 
 attorney began to walk up the hill, 
 
 " He's got all that heart could wish, old Mil- 
 lions ! " 
 
 How much they knew of the other man. 
 
 " He's fixed, old Money Bags," snapped out an- 
 other. 
 
 Fixed? What, with those same money bags to be 
 disposed of very soon ? Oh, yes, fixed, young sirs. 
 But if you could only overhear Judge Hartley, chief 
 overseer and confidential man, as this very moment 
 he is unfixing him. 
 
 " What does the old heap of selfishness want? " still 
 another young working-man savagely demanded, and 
 none replying, " slaving among us to add millions to 
 millions ? He hain't chick nor child. I have nine 
 hungry mouths to feed, an' one on 'em a dyin' gal o' 
 fourteen. What does the old grub want ? the 
 earth ? " 
 
 What did he want, to be sure ? He wanted every- 
 thing that money could not buy, a friend that 
 loved him for himself alone ; a white-haired mate 
 to greet him at his marble portico, her who slept be- 
 neath the other marbles in the churchyard of St. 
 Ann's; a child's child, yes, the children of children, 
 with his own blood in their veins ; a quiet hour
 
 176 NONE SUCH? 
 
 when the slamming of a door wouxd not make his 
 tense nerves jump; a night of sleep when "North- 
 west systems " did not fight with " Lake Shore sys- 
 tems " above his bed. All these he wanted sore, and 
 the sum of them is far less than " the earth." 
 
 Wanted? A sweet and calm sense of the Divine 
 protection, which the daily sense of syndicate and 
 bank protection had utterly killed out of his heart. 
 Wanted ? Time for a song, this lover of music ; 
 time for his conservatory, this lover of flowers ; time 
 for even his horses, graceful creatures in palatial 
 stalls, the delight and pets of grooms alone, who 
 seemed really to own them. 
 
 No, the grumbling knot at the door of Harmony 
 Hall was not quite right. They did not know all. 
 Al thorp had not got all the truth and the whole 
 truth. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown, 
 in America as elsewhere. Althorps being bright, 
 know this ; therefore, teaching the contrary, they 
 lie. 
 
 A rich man built a school of technique in Cam- 
 bridge. The most valuable part of the gift was the 
 legend over the door : " WORK is ONE OF OUR 
 
 GREATEST BLESSINGS." 
 
 Governor Randall's chief happiness was in work. 
 There was another source of happiness which he was 
 reaching for vaguely. Nearly all very rich men come 
 sooner or later to reach for it ; namely, the making
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 177 
 
 others happy and living one's old and worn life over 
 again in the lives of younger persons. 
 
 u This has been a great experience, Judge," the 
 Governor was saying, as they struck a swinging pace 
 up Franklin Street hill. U I wish I hadn't got to go 
 West to-morrow. I'd like to follow up this plan of 
 mine. My mind is clear, Judge. Horicon will be 
 my Rob over again. He will be Ki Randall over 
 again. Yes, yes." 
 
 The Governor went on talking cheerily. His blue 
 eyes fairly laughed ; he took long, swinging strides, 
 and clapped his hands to his hips, while he looked 
 upward to the climbing dusty street, to the top of 
 the hill, to the carriage that was climbing towards the 
 grove of hemlocks away at the distant edge of the 
 town. He saw a way out with these beggarly mil- 
 lions. He thought he saw a new and better invest- 
 
 o 
 
 ment than any he had ever made, how to make his 
 millions tell for human happiness and most for his own. 
 " Which way did you say Horicon went, Hartley ? 
 I want to see him. I want him to dinner to-day at 
 Glen Theron. You needn't come. I want him and 
 Clarkson and Dorothea Mayfield. D'ye suppose 
 she'd stand on ceremony ? Of course she'd let her 
 
 her beau invite her over. I want to make it all 
 up and explain it, what I am going to do with him 
 
 let him be my almoner, you know, do what he said 
 he'd do if he had millions."
 
 178 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Judge Hartley had thus far said little, but he had 
 kept his eye on distances. He encouraged the mil- 
 lionaire to talk on, timing their steps, till now the 
 street turned to the left. The carriage began also to 
 make down Seneca Street. 
 
 "Let's take this short cut through Peete Lane," 
 suggested the Judge. It was but a step. The Gov- 
 ernor was busy with his great plan, and walked three 
 minutes without insisting on an answer to his last 
 question. As they were about to emerge into Seneca 
 Street the Judge was ready to reply. The carriage 
 was rapidly descending towards them. 
 
 " You asked -where Horicon disappeared to," said 
 the Judge. " Look there ! " It was the tone of the 
 words, the I-told-you-so air of the man, as his finger 
 pointed for a minute to the chatty young couple in 
 the carriage, who were wholly unconscious that any 
 one might be observing them. It was not a lover's 
 languid conversation. It was an animated discussion, 
 in which the young lady showed at her best, and the 
 young man appeared to be intently listening. 
 
 " Hey ? " was the Governor's careless exclama- 
 tion by way of asking what there was to see. 
 
 " Oh, nothing, only there's your model young man 
 making love to my son's affianced," replied the attor- 
 ney, wagging his head derisively. " I bid you good- 
 morning, Governor. I reckon you can extend your 
 own dining invitations. Better ask the two girls
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 179 
 
 whom this male flirt is playing with, eh? I'll go 
 home and drive with Marcellus." 
 
 " What? " The Governor was bristling with sus- 
 picion now. The reader may find it hard to under- 
 stand how he could so quickly fall into the lawyer's 
 trap. But reflect. Suspicion becomes like the vital 
 air to a man who has lived to get and guard millions 
 of money a few years. The suggestion, moreover, 
 was not so very strange, considering the charming 
 woman who, like a vision of beauty, sat there in the 
 vehicle before his own eyes. 
 
 Horicon and Miss Sampson bowed politely. The 
 Governor adjusted his eye-glasses and returned their 
 salutation with 'a curt nod. It was not difficult to 
 plant this seed of distrust of a young fellow in the 
 Governor's mind; for the financier who could feel the 
 slightest zephyr of changing markets in stocks and 
 bonds had had no experience with youth for years, 
 except as accountants or agents in trade. 
 
 Ten thousand rich fathers with children about 
 them, "bothering" them all the years long, and grow- 
 ing up " under their feet " do not know their own 
 young people. There is no time, you see. The rich 
 man lives in his gripsack ; it is always packed in his 
 office, and he is off for a thousand miles in a moment, 
 and gone for a month. Millions are suspicious. 
 Millions are exacting. Millions must be cared for. 
 Children can care for themselves, being of less ac-
 
 180 NONE SUCH? 
 
 count down town where children by the street full 
 swarm under one's horse's feet. A millionaire who 
 tenderly loved and wisely cared for his own family, 
 holding them more precious than all the world ! 
 There have been only five or six such in the history 
 of the republic. 
 
 Then, too, it is such a selfish thing to make money 
 mainly for one's own children, so many of the reform- 
 ers tell us ; to die and leave money mostly to one's 
 own kin, for whose sakes one has been really secretly 
 living, for whose sakes one has been willing to sac- 
 rifice time that one may win and keep kindred love ; 
 so selfish, so many an editorial tells us, when the will 
 is published, and the starveling college full of other 
 men's children is not chiefly mentioned, getting a 
 lion's share, but one's own children are the main 
 beneficiaries. Very selfish ! 
 
 But the lone old Governor, standing there at the 
 roadside. The summer sun was shining still on all 
 the fair landscape, and silvering over with such a 
 radiance the velvet acres of Glen Theron just beyond 
 him. In the heart of the owner, however, a sudden 
 shadow was falling, a gloomy perplexity was again 
 asserting its fogs and mists. It was all precisely as 
 the shrewd Judge had desired. 
 
 " Good-morning, Governor. I'll go home," the 
 Judge repeated. 
 
 " No. Stop, by George ! Come on here, Hartley. 
 Tell me what you mean, what this all means."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 181 
 
 It is not necessary to repeat what the yielding at- 
 torney said. It is a simple old story in this wicked 
 world. He worked the situation to its utmost. It 
 was his time to talk now. Not that he cared for his*" 
 own son's disappointment so much, he assured the 
 Governor, though naturally he suffered the poi- 
 gnancy of an affectionate father's grief for his only 
 child's wrongs. Of course, Marcellus could not fail 
 to manifest proper spirit. Indeed, he had already 
 expressed his contempt for Horicon freely, as much 
 on the lovely Miss Mayfield's account as his own. 
 His boy would survive. But it was outrageous, as 
 it certainly would be outrageous in him, Judge Hart- 
 ley, if he did not feel the most indignant on account 
 of his old friend, Governor Randall, who was valuing 
 too highly this young scape 
 
 " Have a care, Judge. I hain't decided yet," 
 growled the Governor, in sullen distress. "I must 
 see John Clarkson." 
 
 "Certainly." The Judge softened pliantly. "Be- 
 fore you expose your millions to the chances of an 
 original dream you will inquire for yourself." 
 
 " My millions be hanged ! " groaned the Governor. 
 " I'm not responsible longer than I'm living. It's the 
 fun of making the millions that I enjoy. But as to 
 what I'm to do with them, why, I wish God Almighty 
 would either take them or else take away the con- 
 science I have about what's to become of them."
 
 182 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " God Almighty, pardon me, Governor, don't seem 
 to manage money any better than you do. I think I 
 myself could give your Deity some points." 
 
 " Ye-e-es. " There was a sting in that snarl that 
 the Judge ought to have felt. 
 
 "What I mean is that God, if there be one, you 
 know, spatters wealth around about as he does rain. 
 Some it hits and some it don't. The meanest men 
 are often the most soaked with it." 
 
 "That's so," replied the Governor. "Look at 
 John Clarkson and then at me. By George ! I'm not 
 sure but that shows what a good God's opinion of 
 money really is. He knows it is no great good. Hi ! 
 How it grips ! " And the old man stopped suddenly, 
 clapping his hand to his side, while his lips turned 
 livid. 
 
 The Judge knew better than to notice the paroxysm 
 of physical pain, evidence of some hidden malady 
 which of late was frequent with his lord and master. 
 So he went on as if nothing had happened, and rather 
 enjoying the added mental pain he knew he was 
 inflicting, saying : " What I meant was, Governor, 
 that your Almighty is responsible for more mistakes 
 in managing the cattle upon a thousand hills, and the 
 silver and gold all his, than you ever made. Didn't 
 he leave that sweet Miss Mayfield poor, and make you 
 build a fortune for Miss Sampson's father." 
 
 " Look here, Hartley," the Governor was savage
 
 THERE WILL YET UE THOUSANDS. 183 
 
 on the skeptic, "as a man gets nearer the end he 
 believes what his mother and his Anna taught him. 
 My very trouble is right there. The Almighty didn't 
 make any mistake when he set me to making 
 millions. By George ! he knew what he was about. 
 But now he expects me to do with the money as 
 well, when I leave it, as I did in scraping it together. 
 It's God that is troubling me. The Almighty has 
 got a heavy account against me. I'm not sure I 
 hain't been wrong in not taking trouble to use these 
 millions of his all the way along. Now I've got to 
 find some other fellow to do it. Hi ! how it grips ! 
 Hi!" 
 
 At this moment they both saw John Clarkson 
 approaching, thumping his ample person with a 
 gesture that meant dinner. 
 
 "Now, go 'long with you, Hartley," cried the 
 Governor. " You do me no good when my mind is 
 touched as it is now. I'd give more for an hour of 
 John Clarkson, old three-feet-to-the-yard, all-wool 
 Christian just coming from church, than for a year 
 of you. By the way, you know I am going to Fort 
 Worth, Texas, to-morrow. Have you got those 
 Cotton Belt papers ready ? Have everything at the 
 car early. I'll warm those fellows, by George ! It's 
 going to be a fight. Keep me posted about this 
 pesky little strike. Don't want it now, by any means. 
 Times are too hard, and prospect of dividends all too
 
 184 NONE SUCH ? 
 
 small. Marcellus, of course, goes with me, I'll fight 
 that traffic agreement. The old Santa Fe* ain't dead 
 yet, by a long shot, nor the Mexican Central either. 
 We shall have to borrow a million probably about the 
 tenth. Then, when I get back to New York, I'll feel 
 the market. Probably it may take another million 
 and a half there. I'll telegraph you to meet me in 
 New York or Albany on my return." 
 
 Here was a study, this changing face, now all 
 luminous from the high thinking on a great financial 
 campaign. It was like the sudden glow of " heat 
 lightning." The fatigue was gone, the sadness 
 scarcely lingered. The tone of disgust with life had 
 given instant place to the clear ringing voice of a 
 born commander's call. For ten minutes this cap- 
 tain of many victories talked on, giving such in- 
 structions as this really able lawyer might need both 
 for himself and other marshals of divisions. The 
 names of America's other millionaires figured with 
 familiarest mention in the plotting of this bold 
 gamester these giants' names in place of Charley 
 Horicon's and Dorothea's and Hennie's of the brief 
 moments ago. 
 
 Of course. What are human hearts, what is that 
 historic human love, a boy's truth to a girl, a girl's 
 future life, what are these perishing things in com- 
 parison, when one is manager of vast capital, masses 
 of steel, acres of coal and wheat and other freight-
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 185 
 
 producing lands, and the movements of colossal 
 finances ? What are these ? Why, nothing or every- 
 thing, just as you are a fool or wise. Take from the 
 earth the woman's son and daughter, and bats and 
 crows may have your stocks and bonds, and all the 
 balance of the estate. 
 
 The lawyer was about to turn away, with work 
 enough committed to him in these few minutes to 
 keep him awake and toiling all the Sabbath hours 
 left, and all the night, when the Governor suddenly 
 added : 
 
 " By the way, this other business. Horicon is still 
 in my employ. I understand it so, eh?" 
 
 "I know nothing to the contrary, sir," answered 
 the attorney. 
 
 " All right. Let him alone till I get back. I'll 
 send John Clarkson to I say, John, John ! " 
 
 " Gosh, your Excellency, here I am, what's left on 
 me," echoed back the happy reply, as the old man 
 got up from a little fountain curb and drew near. 
 
 " What's left of you ? " replied the rich man. 
 " You'd make a big grease spot yet, John. Hungry, 
 I suppose ? " 
 
 " Look a here, Ki Randall," pulling at his waist- 
 band, " the front part of my bread-basket is so ker- 
 lapsed that it is in danger, that it is in danger of 
 ketchin' on my backbone, I swow ! I'm lanker'n a 
 June shad."
 
 186 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Dear old friend," resumed the Governor, breaking 
 into a weary smile. " Come and walk with me. Don't 
 talk. Let's just get down to the table and listen 
 to the music. Then I'll talk." 
 
 It had been a suggestion of Charles Horicon to the 
 housekeeper, Dorothea Mayfield, in her time at the 
 mansion, that a man as fond of music as Governor 
 Randall was, ought to pay a small orchestra to regale 
 the dinner hour. The young lady had begun the 
 experiment by the piano at the old man's evening 
 and often solitary dinner. When she had found him 
 restful, lingering longer and longer at the table, 
 where his food was always the least of his cares ; 
 when she had seen him at length drawing his chair 
 into a comfort nook away from his desk, and listening 
 as she played, she had suggested the players. It 
 pleased the Governor, and ever since the musicians 
 had been a fixed institution of Sunday's dinner. 
 
 When the two men, Governor Randall and John 
 Clarkson, were fairly seated at table, the Governor 
 began talking again. " I'm going to Texas to-mor- 
 row, John. I shall be back in two weeks. I want 
 you to keep an eye out on this young fellow, Horicon." 
 
 " Can't do it, Ki. He's finer'n silk ; don't need no 
 watchin'. Besides, Ki, don't ye know me? I can't 
 spy out no feller." 
 
 " I beg your pardon, old Honesty," said the Gov- 
 ernor quickly, and coloring too. " I don't mean that.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 187 
 
 I'm not getting anywhere trying to make other peo- 
 ple happy. I've got to let it rest a while. You 
 like Dorothea May field ? " 
 
 " You can just bet I'm struck with her, Ki. She's 
 a noble woman. She'll make a fine mate for the 
 boy." 
 
 " Will she ? " asked the Governor sharply. But 
 his old friend did not comprehend the question, 
 unless it might mean that the Governor was hinting 
 at a return to his own folly in pressing his suit for 
 Dorothea's hand. To oppose an aged lover, however, 
 makes even worse friends than to oppose a youthful 
 lover, and John Clarkson did not venture again. The 
 remark, nevertheless, distressed him and made him 
 taciturn. 
 
 The men finished their meal and returned to the 
 library. The Sabbath sun sank low, and sent now its 
 scarlet rays across the distant reddening river, the 
 fountains catching deeper colors from its shafts. The 
 cool breath from the mountains delayed its usual ad- 
 vent, and the great house with open doors and win- 
 dows seemed with difficulty to draw its breath. The 
 musicians had been allowed to adjourn to the eastern 
 portico, where their audience was somewhat increased 
 by the people of the place, workmen, their wives and 
 children, and a few carriages which ventured to park 
 themselves along the east driveway, unbidden and 
 yet not unwelcome.
 
 188 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " John," remarked the Governor, as he sat smoking 
 his cigar to match John's pipe, and regarding the 
 scene, "'a man ought to keep open house in such 
 a place as this. First, his own children, a good-sized 
 brood of them, ought to make the old house merry, 
 they growing up and attracting other young people 
 for a generation to come. Here's room enough. I 
 often think on't when in New York, these hot days, 
 I see the street urchins. It's very odd how things 
 are mixed in this world. The man who ha,; lots of 
 little human lives about him hain't any money to 
 take care of 'em, while many of us who have lots of 
 money have no human life round about us, and pre- 
 cious little left in our own hearts. ' What a fool that 
 Horicon is ! As for Miss Mayfield, I'll protect her 
 as if as if" 
 
 " As if she was your own darter ! " John ventured 
 to explode. 
 
 To this the Governor made no reply. But he went 
 to his desk suddenly, as if at last he had got the cour- 
 age of his convictions, took a safe-key from his desk, 
 opened the safe between the windows, grasped a paper 
 in his hands precisely as he had held a similar paper, 
 or the same one, on the occasion of the encounter by 
 the schoolhouse, when the attorney came upon his 
 officious errand, you remember. For a moment he 
 held it, this paper, let us guess, worth the destiny of 
 thirty-five millions of money, more or less guess.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 189 
 
 If it was the will, it had not been destroyed then. 
 Nor was it destroyed now. It was thrust back again 
 into its place, locked in, doubly locked in. 
 
 Turning about, the Governor remarked to the por- 
 trait on the wall, " By George, Robbie, he looks so 
 much like you ! I can't do it yet. Wait and see. I 
 shall live two weeks more, I hope. I'll think it over. 
 I've got another kind of fight on hand now." 
 
 And so the nightfall ended this day. The music 
 ceased. The two old friends sought their beds. The 
 little audience on the lawns dispersed. The great 
 house shut up its eyes and went to sleep. The foun- 
 tains played on alone. 
 
 The next morning business began in right earnest, 
 the business of making more millions when the owner 
 did not know, for the life of him, what to do with the 
 millions he had already made. By ten o'clock the 
 President's special had begun its flight to the great 
 South-west.
 
 190 
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 ON the hilltop the district school had opened as 
 usual Monday morning, and Dorothea Mayfield was 
 in her place, earning her daily bread. Her brave 
 young face was as bright as ever, so any pupil would 
 have said. If she found more frequent occasion to 
 wander to the windows that looked down on the broad 
 stretches of Glen Theron acres, there was no critic 
 in the schoolroom to note it. If at recess, or at the 
 nooning, she stood longer beneath the maple shade by 
 the highway wall, or if she mounted the broken wall, 
 and like a mariner upon some less stormy sea than 
 that of youth stood in the fluffing breeze peering 
 down among the workmen at the great tunnel, no one 
 of the little folks about her asked her if she saw him. 
 
 She did not see Charley Horicon all that day, nor 
 the next, nor the next, nor was he among the work- 
 men. It was the morning of Thursday at length ; and 
 she was sure she saw Mr. Fred Sebastian, the young 
 engineer classmate of Charley's, whom the reader will 
 remember, moving about among the men as if in 
 superintendence. Later in the forenoon Fred had 
 appeared at the schoolroom door, drinking at the ever- 
 favorite water-pail in the entryway, and apparently 
 willing to attract the teacher's attention. Dorothea
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 191 
 
 went out promptly to him, playfully shaking her 
 ruler in her left hand as she extended the right 
 with, 
 
 " Good-morning, Mr. Sebastian. Are you at the 
 works ? Where is Charley ? " She regretted in- 
 stantly that question, but her suspense had been 
 exceedingly trying. The three days had been almost 
 more than she could endure, and there was no one 
 whom she could consult except her melancholy 
 mother. 
 
 " Why, you surprise me," answered Sebastian, 
 extending his hand. " Excuse my appearance," with 
 a look at .his working-clothes. " Charley telegraphed 
 me at Montreal Sunday night, and met me Monday 
 night. He wished me to take his place on the works 
 for a time, perhaps permanently. Then he came back, 
 and I followed. Have you also been in the dark as 
 to his whereabouts ? I surely am." 
 
 So this was the situation. Miss May field did not 
 think it discreet to ask more. The conversation took 
 a turn to generalities, and they parted presently with 
 commonplace remarks. But the girl was not to be 
 left much longer in the misery of what she had had 
 every reason to regard as a serious lovers' quarrel. 
 
 It was again the cool of summer evening, and her 
 little company were about her trooping homeward. 
 Dorothea had taken a short cut, as was her usual cus- 
 tom, through the north gate of Glen Theron, and had
 
 192 NONE SUCH? 
 
 come as far as the fountain of the Naiads, where the 
 path divided, one fork leading directly on her home- 
 ward way, but past the gardener's little stone lodge, 
 which had been for these months Charley Horicon's 
 residence. Each day she had consulted her heart and 
 not her pique and walked that way. That was to her 
 character a certain key. She, the honest-hearted, earn- 
 estly affectionate, could not long cherish even a sense 
 of being wronged, to say nothing of a feeling of anger. 
 Then, too, she was so thoroughly unhappy that her 
 good sense urged her to seek to end her pain by finding 
 Charley, and show him how foolishly he was acting, 
 if indeed he still cherished his sense of offense. More 
 than this a woman could not do. A man may come 
 and say: "Forgive me." One could hardly expect 
 a young girl, at least, to take that initiative. Cer- 
 tainly she could not ask at his own door where he 
 might be. A moment she hesitated. Then she 
 turned her chosen path, as before. 
 
 " Dorothea ! " The well-known voice. The next 
 instant from behind the shrubbery, while he hastened 
 down the path as if seeking her, she saw Charley 
 Horicon. She beamed on him instantly, all loveli- 
 ness, echoing his greeting with, 
 
 " Oh, Charley ! I have indeed missed you so. 
 Where have you ho\v could you keep yourself 
 away from me so long ? " 
 
 "I have been crowded with errands, dearest," he
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 193 
 
 replied, taking her hand and pulling her arm through 
 his own while he retained the hand. " I have much 
 to say to you, Dorothea, but not here, please ; " and 
 he drew her attention to a spectator of their greeting 
 who was at that moment turning her horse's head 
 away in the drive above them. The fair rider turned 
 herself in the saddle to throw a kiss, undoubtedly 
 intended for Miss Mayfield. 
 
 " Oh, Hennie Sampson ! " was Dorothea's unsus- 
 picious comment, as she returned the salutation from 
 the tips of her own pink fingers. "Have you and 
 Hennie been in some conference on her workingmen's 
 troubles ? Why does she not stay to say good-even- 
 ing ? What ails the child ? She hasn't ridden up to 
 our cottage since Monday, when she told mamma and 
 me all about your splendid speech, Charley." 
 
 " Then you knew all about that, darling," replied 
 he ; and there was every evidence in his air of a 
 nameless relief from the presence of the handsome 
 woman who had just left them. Yet Dorothea was 
 too happy to notice even that. 
 
 " Yes, Charley. And I hear you are a kind of hero 
 among some of the working people, so I gather it 
 from the children, while others, I fear, do not think 
 you are the greatest man in the world as " 
 
 " As you do, Dorothea ? '* And as they were now 
 quite by themselves, kind Heaven, by whom matches 
 are said to be made, must have been quite satisfied
 
 194 NONE SUCH? 
 
 that this one was proceeding normally towards its 
 foreordained end. Had the Governor, so far away, 
 been an onlooker at that moment he would have 
 saved himself and others much suffering, for he would 
 have known the truth between these two. Had 
 Hennie Sampson seen what she was torturing herself 
 in imagining one thing, while she hoped for another, 
 and plotted for it too, she might have galloped away 
 fast and far to save herself from the evil of her own 
 future stratagems. 
 
 Alone, these two, in conversation that had many 
 unwritable things, did speak some things that can be 
 managed with prosy words. 
 
 ' I am going away again." This he. 
 
 " Where now ? " This she, never so much as 
 thinking to ask " With whom? " 
 
 " I am going to Washington. I expect my plans 
 for the Naval Hospital grounds will win. In fact, I 
 am about certain I have won, and they will be 
 accepted." 
 
 " Of course they will," she answered. 
 
 " Well, now, it is not quite of course, young lady, 
 as I found in Boston this week, where the examining 
 board has been in session for a month past." 
 
 " In Boston, too, this week, eh ? " 
 
 " Yes. There were a dzen of us submitted plans. 
 I had no political pull. I think the others, some of 
 them, at least, had. You don't suppose Governor
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 195 
 
 Randall, with all his great affairs of millions on his 
 mind, would think it worth while to be vexed be- 
 cause I take him at his word and leave his employ, 
 and so use his tremendous political influence to 
 defeat me, do you ? " 
 
 " Chaiiej'-, now are you really resolved on leaving 
 the Governor ? " Her tone had grown more serious. 
 
 " Dorothea, what is there left for me to do? You 
 could never be happy with my loaf earned of tho 
 foolish old courtier who so far forgot himself as to " 
 
 She broke into a laugh. " Propose to me ? You 
 do not know him. It was all forgotten by morning, 
 I do believe. But, Charley, did I not hear that the 
 Governor expressed the most decided honor for you 
 at that dreadful Harmony Hall? And were you not 
 promised " this with a mischievous twinkle in her 
 eyes, for she had been secretly delighted beyond 
 measure that he had not even referred to these great 
 expectations " that you were destined heir of all 
 these millions and ordained almoner of Governor 
 Randall's charities ? " 
 
 " I retaliate," lie answered. " It was all out of his 
 mind by the next morning, as you just said of his 
 fancy for you. He's off milking more millions. No, 
 Dorothea, I am done here. I promised you we would 
 be married and living in Boston before snow flies. 
 Don't you suppose I see a way? I shall try to get a 
 decent appointment in the navy to supervise my own
 
 196 NONE SUCH? 
 
 plans, if they are accepted. We will go right away 
 from all these splendors in a few weeks, my dear 
 one." 
 
 She yielded to him in a womanly way. She had 
 no lofty ambitions to urge, as the superb Miss Samp- 
 son had. He could not but recall Miss Sampson, 
 suggested by the contrast of her ambitious plans for 
 him. He regretted the promise he had made to that 
 brilliant philosopher to accompany her "just for one 
 evening, if no more," in Boston, to a " Theosophic 
 Society gathering," a " branch altruistic conference." 
 
 "Dorothea," said Charley abruptly, " I regret that 
 I promised Miss Sampson to meet her in Boston." 
 
 " Why, you did not tell me you were to meet her 
 there," she answered, turning wondering eyes on 
 him. 
 
 " No, and that has troubled me. But I did prom- 
 ise, though ; and now to-night she is sure I could be 
 of great influence in averting further development 
 of this once threatening labor strike." 
 
 " She is such a strange girl ! " sighed Dorothea. 
 " Do you know I have seen her repeatedly this week 
 walking along Franklin Street with that bad man, 
 Peter Althorp. She seems to so like an argument 
 that she will argue with any one." 
 
 " Say that mad man Althorp, rather," said Horicon, 
 striking his clenched hand into his open palm as a 
 token of perplexity, if not of indignation. " Why,
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 197 
 
 she claims to have discovered through him a plot to 
 set fire to some of the Company's buildings in Boston ; 
 and she thinks I can venture to interfere, instead of 
 putting the police on his track." 
 
 " It is not the way. Oh, I am sure it is not the 
 way," protested Dorothea, halting him and striking 
 her pretty foot on the path. " Do let's get away 
 from all this. Let us pursue our quiet life. By 
 being happy ourselves, by being natural, by being 
 good in our own little world, would not our happiness 
 teach others ? " 
 
 "For all that, sweetheart, I think I must redeem 
 this one promise to her." 
 
 They were now at her mother's gate ; and he sat 
 with Dorothea as the evening stars came out one by 
 one upon them, in the shelter of the humble porch, 
 in the old way of this old world. 
 
 Dorothea Mayfield's mind was at rest, therefore, 
 for the next ten days. She heard from Charley at 
 Washington constantly, and at length the glad tid- 
 ings of his success by telegram. She heard from him 
 in New York, and at last in Boston. But after the 
 first letter announcing his arrival at the Parker House, 
 there was a strange interval of four days without her 
 usual morning letter. If she had any distrust of 
 Horicon, Dorothea had no ear to which to whisper it. 
 She knew Miss Sampson was in Boston ; but that was 
 no unusual thing with the girl, whose society life in
 
 198 NONE SUCH? 
 
 the greater city was very flattering to one of her 
 ambition, and made up a large part of her " duties," 
 as she called her round of strangely mingled fashion 
 and " meetings." At length a telegram announced 
 that Charley would be home that afternoon and would 
 call at her mother's cottage. 
 
 This is why he did not appear. 
 
 As Charles Horicon stepped from the two o'clock 
 train in the big station, a depot porter tapped him on 
 the shoulder, and informed him that Judge Hartley 
 wished to see him at once in the offices of the 
 corporations. 
 
 " Judge Hartley ? How does he know of my 
 movements ? " he demanded. But that was a foolish 
 question. The harness of telegraphic wires, with 
 which great railroad managers learn everything they 
 wish to know about their fellow-men, came at once 
 to his mind. " No doubt he knew when I left Bos- 
 ton," Horicon mused to himself. " Well, I'll run 
 up-stairs a moment before going to Dorothea. Then 
 afternoon and evening will be my own." 
 
 A moment later he entered the private office of 
 the attorney with the abrupt remark : " Good-after- 
 noon, Judge Hartley. I was told that you wished 
 to see me here." 
 
 "Well," exclaimed the Judge, glancing up from 
 his desk and motioning Horicon to sit, which the 
 young man declined to do. " You've acted quickly.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 199 
 
 Got an appointment at the fort, I guess. What are 
 you?" 
 
 The lawyer might well have been surprised. His 
 telegraphic scout in Boston station had not described 
 the naval uniform that fitted the shapely form of 
 Charles Horicon so becomingly. In fact, the uniform 
 was very new. It had been upon its owner's person 
 scarce three hours up to this present. He had meant 
 that Dorothea Mayfield's eyes should be the first of 
 all who knew him to look their admiration. But the 
 Judge had the start of her. He could not conceal 
 his admiration, though his face was stern and most 
 unfriendly. 
 
 " Some time ago I put in my plans for the proposed 
 new grounds at the Navy Yard and Naval Hospital," 
 answered Horicon. " Two weeks ago Governor Ran- 
 dall gave me notice. I don't like grass to grow under 
 my feet. My plans and maps being accepted in 
 Washington, Mr. Tracy, whom I used to know up 
 in the country, was pleased to be considerate beyond 
 my deserts, and asked me to take commission as 
 Supervisory Architect. I rank as Captain." 
 
 " This is unexpected," resumed the attorney 
 thoughtfully. "Pray be seated, Mr. Captain Hori- 
 con. You should have informed me." The Judge 
 turned his pencil end for end on the desk in silence. 
 But his irresolution was not abiding. He very soon 
 compressed the square mouth decisively, and added,
 
 200 NONE SUC PI? 
 
 as if thinking aloud, " This might suit the Governor 
 just as well, but not me. A Captain, is it? But 
 then you can resign." He now rubbed his chin 
 square across. 
 
 " Resign ? " queried Horicon sharply. " Why 
 should I resign ? What right have you to indicate 
 any steps for me ? " 
 
 The Judge still turned the pencil end for end, and 
 watched his own maneuver, as if he were trying to 
 turn affairs end for end, affairs that were unex- 
 pectedly wrong end to. 
 
 " Randall can expose him, can make it right with 
 the government." The Judge again rubbed his chin 
 squarely. 
 
 "Make what right, Hartley?" demanded Horicon 
 peremptorily. 
 
 " Are you aware that we contributed a clean hun- 
 dred thousand dollars to the campaign fund last elec- 
 tion, Mr. Horicon? You can resign, you know, as 
 easily as you accepted. No doubt Governor Ran- 
 dall's influence " and again the Judge relapsed 
 into the silence of perplexity. 
 
 Captain Horicon reached for his cap, saying, 
 " Judge Hartley, till you get your mind clear, I will 
 wish you good-morning." 
 
 " Mr. Horicon, you can't go just yet." 
 
 "I can't go! What do you mean?" demanded 
 Horicon, half turning on his heel before the seated 
 attorney.
 
 THEUE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 201 
 
 "I mean just that," was the calm reply. The 
 lawyer's mind had evidently cleared. 
 
 " That I am a prisoner ? " There was' gathering 
 danger in this tone, Judge Hartley, if you noted it 
 wisely. 
 
 " Well, no legal form of arrest. This Company 
 doesn't do things in that way. But you are in this 
 building. As the legal officer of the corporation, I 
 simply detain you. That's the word we use de- 
 tain." Hartley was pale when he brought his fat 
 forefinger down on a sheet of paper on the desk at 
 that word " detain." If he had " detained " other 
 persons from time to time in the employ of the cor- 
 poration, they were perhaps not men of this resolute 
 kind. 
 
 " And that I, having committed no crime, cannot 
 leave this building when I will, going into the public 
 streets ? " 
 
 The attorney lost more color, but yet did not touch 
 the call-bell. 
 
 " There are difficulties that you would encounter 
 in attempting to leave the building," he added pro- 
 vokingly. " Here are gigantic corporate interests. 
 The corporate interests are a legal personality, if you 
 please. That personality regards no obstacles in 
 carrying out its necessary plans. We take the law 
 into our own hands occasionally, Mr. Horicon. You 
 are an individual. This Corporate Person finds you
 
 202 NONE sucn? 
 
 an obnoxious individual. First, we detain our 
 next step is, we remove you. Understand ? " The 
 thumb now felt for the call-bell under the desk, but 
 did not yet touch it. 
 
 " I am no coward to be frightened by threats of 
 well for aught I know of assassination. What 
 care I for your great monopoly ? " The huge young 
 fellow, for so his righteous wrath made Horicon 
 seem, took two strides to open the door. It did not 
 yield to his hand. 
 
 " Locked, you see." There was a blank smile that 
 was hardly a smile, either, on the square face of the 
 attorney. 
 
 " Open it, Hartley, or I'll put a boot through it ! " 
 
 " Foolish boy ! Come, now, you are an educated 
 man. Recall the days of old Venice. There, for 
 instance, was a commercial government over a great 
 people. Human nature is ever the same. Here is a 
 commercial government with its capital in this build- 
 ing in distant America." 
 
 " So you play the game of the merchant tyrants of 
 the Adriatic. I am in the palace of a Yankee Doge 
 of Venice, am I? I have heard such infamies attrib- 
 uted to millionaires in my day, but I believed them 
 slanders. Miss Mayfield has often warned me that if 
 you could not use me you would crush me." 
 
 " Stick a pin there ! " exclaimed the Judge, lean- 
 ing forward in his chair, as he pressed his finger hard
 
 THERE WILL YET J1E THOUSANDS. 203 
 
 down on the paper. " Miss Mayfield, ah, there's the 
 rub. This our extraordinary machinery for dealing 
 with an obnoxious individual is mostly used to pro- 
 tect millions of dollars. Now, however, it will, with 
 said millions, also protect a fair young girl." The 
 attorney held the papers to the desk now with his 
 thumb, and leaned back in his chair to stare at Hori- 
 con impudently defiant. 
 
 " Governor Randall, a New Englander, free-born, 
 descending to sucli methods to protect his millions ! " 
 exclaimed Horicon, releasing the door-knob, and 
 swinging his arms as if he might pick up the 
 lawyer, chair and all, but in the end folding them 
 across his own breast. 
 
 " I claim the credit. Randall is behind the times, 
 except as I keep him in the swim." 
 
 " You gray old scoundrel, I believe you ! " Horicon 
 moved toward the lawyer. 
 
 " Softly, softly," protested the Judge. " You must 
 disappear. See? I mean, leave for parts unknown." 
 
 "Open that door, or I'll break it down with your 
 head for a battering ram ! " 
 
 "Simple fellow! You couldn't get to the second 
 ante-room." Hartley grew bloodless white now, but 
 preserved his external calm. " Now, we will give 
 you five thousand dollars, and you shall secretly 
 leave, say, for Australia." Hartley pulled out a 
 drawer from the safe at his side, and held out five
 
 204 NONE SUCH? 
 
 one thousand dollar bills, counting, " One, two, three, 
 four, five; yes, right." 
 
 Amazement and wrath held Horicon dumb. For 
 one of those impressive minutes that seem hours he 
 stood regarding the attorney in silence. Then he 
 spoke in bitter derision : " You make me laugh." 
 
 " You should weep to think how near your youth- 
 ful follies came to wrecking your career. But in 
 Australia " 
 
 Still, mockingly, Horicon snatched up the sentence, 
 finishing it, " I may begin life anew. This is rich, 
 old man. I suppose you will provide me wings." 
 
 " The Melbourne steamer is at the dock. We own 
 the line mostly. No questions will be asked." Once 
 more, after many such scenes, possibly in defense of 
 Randall's millions, he was succeeding, he believed. 
 
 " And if I decline ? " 
 
 " Oh, come ! you will be the first man to decline 
 when we say the word. Here are five thousand 
 dollars more," with a tap of his thumb-nail on the 
 safe, "that belong to you when you arrive at Mel- 
 bourne. Two of our men are waiting to help you 
 on board." 
 
 Horicon took the money in his hand more ready 
 cash than he had ever handled. He held it up and 
 counted it mechanically. He asked, without betray- 
 ing any final purpose, " Is this a large sum of money, 
 Judge Hartley, a very large sum of money, say,
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 205 
 
 about my price ? Or do you consider it a small sum, 
 and so measure me accordingly ? " 
 
 " Five thousand dollars is considerable money, 
 young man ; then, you are to add to it five thousand 
 more. Then, you are to subtract the whole ten thou- 
 sand makes twenty thousand if you resist me." 
 
 "Resist you, eh? Then 'it is you, and not Gov- 
 ernor Randall. " You," with an angry emphasis on 
 the pronoun, " you must go through some arithmetic, 
 just to please me, Judge Hartley. What percentage 
 on a certain thirty-five millions that you have in 
 view is ten thousand dollars ? " 
 
 The Judge suddenly got his color. Like a surge 
 that threatened apoplexy it came. It must have 
 made his square brow crack, for he began rubbing it 
 instead of his chin. He got up from his chair, and 
 so away from his push button. The two men, of 
 about the same physical proportions, were now con- 
 fronting one another. 
 
 "For, if it were the whole thirty-five millions in 
 this hand of mine, I would do with it all what I do 
 with this." Horicon slapped the crisp new bills in 
 the lawyer's face. He struck the bills sharply back 
 and forth across the great nose, the square brow, the 
 square cheeks, and the square mouth of the retreat- 
 ing man. 
 
 "Don't cry out," said Horicon, "that is all." 
 And he cast the crumpled bills on the big table.
 
 206 NONE SUCH? 
 
 "You are perfectly safe. I am washing my hands, 
 not staining them. Only " 
 
 Captain Horicon stepped to the desk and secured a 
 nickel-plated paper-weight of steel, the pretty and 
 somewhat formidable advertisement of a new process 
 of making railroad iron. " Only," he continued, 
 " if you call in any of your porters, or other fel- 
 lows hired to do your rougher work, I shall defend 
 myself." 
 
 What might have happened is immaterial. The 
 door opened of its own accord, and a clerk brought 
 in a telegram. It read, so it was made plain, after 
 the astonished attorney had glanced over it, and then 
 handed it to Horicon : 
 
 YORK, July 18 
 Meet us at Albany to-morrow. Have my man Horicon come 
 on. Invite him to do this. If he objects, ask him to do an old 
 man this favor. H. RANDALL,.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 207 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 IT is more interesting than a yacht to some people ; 
 it is more interesting than a horse and carriage to 
 others ; it will always assemble a knot of curious 
 spectators at a railway station a private car. 
 
 This particular car stood on the outer tracks at the 
 well-known station in Albany. " Just come up over 
 the West Shore," explained one of the yardmen. 
 " Ain't she. a beauty, though ? " 
 
 " She's going over the B. & A. to-day. Golly ! but 
 don't these railway kings ride in shape ? " exclaimed 
 another workingman. 
 
 Her engine was steaming and panting like some 
 fettered thing of life. Her driver sat in his greasy 
 drillings at the cab window, one of those brightly 
 intelligent and reliable faces which we have all 
 noticed, on the watch for "his party" and orders. 
 Provisions and ice were being freshly deposited, at 
 this relay, in the cars. 
 
 A whole train, all somebody's own, to go where the 
 owner wills, over lands that are near and far, from 
 one city to another, from mountains by the Western 
 ocean to hills by the Eastern ocean, any whither, at 
 any moment, a long restful flight under starlight, 
 under sunlight. A private car, its bed of luxury, its,
 
 208 NONE SUCH? 
 
 chairs of homelike ease, its food for the hungry made 
 ready on the hour by your own clock, its seclusion 
 for the world weary, its endless possibility of well- 
 nigh the whole earth in. panorama to bate anew the 
 tired fancy of eyes that have seen everything, and 
 are curious to rest on something novel under the 
 sun. 
 
 A private car, your own, as your residence is your 
 own ; even your slippers await you by your own dear 
 chair. Your wardrobe is hard by, and favorite gar- 
 ments invite your choosing. Your dusty day will 
 end in cleanliness, when you have finished your 
 tramp about any strange town, and have sought your 
 own bath in your own car. There is not a favorite 
 dish that will not greet you at the breakfast table, 
 precisely as at home. Your own servant will lay the 
 morning paper by your plate, the same news as at 
 home, thanks to the telegraphic press, printed only 
 with a changed name. 
 
 A private car is the dream of the flying-machine 
 realized at last." At last it gives its lucky owner all 
 the world, as no ship can do, as no steed can do, a 
 reverie made real. You may snap your fingers at the 
 crowded hotel and its mean or sumptuous fare. You 
 touch the bell-call and stop amid the snows of the 
 Rockies, saying, " Here we see the grand peaks best. 
 Side-track us here at this little station." And when 
 you wake before your own chamber window as you turn
 
 THEUE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 209 
 
 on your pillow, rise the range of mountain splendors 
 which Fremont toiled a starving year to view. Again 
 you press the call-bell, and your dooryard for another 
 evening is the Golden Gate, the vast Pacific shining 
 yonder like a sea of glass. You take up your own 
 pen at your own desk and write about it ; or, better 
 still, you move your best-beloved friends bodily with 
 your moving residence, and shoAV them through your 
 own windows all the wonders of this beautiful world. 
 A private car, and the family need not be sepa- 
 rated. There is no agony of anxiety when otherwise 
 you could be so very happy amid some scene of 
 nature's splendors, asking, " I wonder how the chil- 
 dren are, a thousand miles away, to-night?" No; 
 yonder is the children's room. Their very school- 
 room moves as you move. The dear invalid rests in 
 the next room. There are no heart-strings stretched 
 almost to the snapping. A private car has anni- 
 hilated the bitterness of farewell at last. There 
 need be no such word ever spoken, if you can add 
 yet another car and keep your dividends running. 
 You need not sigh, " How much she would enjoy all 
 this ! I wish Mary were here," for she is here. A 
 private car and again such sleep, with all the air you 
 wish to breathe, with all the soothing of a tireless 
 lullaby, with all the composing of an unwearied 
 cradle roll, and then another day new from horizon 
 to horizon. An endless procession of new trees and
 
 210 NONE SUCH? 
 
 hills, new vales and mountains, new rivers and fall- 
 ing waters, new hamlets, villages, and cities, new 
 flocks and herds, new faces of men, troop ever past 
 your door, saluting you. 
 
 " That's Governor Randall's car," the people said. 
 "He's very rich. Wait a moment and you will see 
 him and his party come aboard." 
 
 True enough. Here comes Dennis with his traps. 
 Here comes Marcellus Hartley, no paler than when 
 he left home three weeks ago for his flight of thou- 
 sands of miles. The private secretary's arms are full 
 of papers which he is helping his father transport 
 from the Boston Express, just in. The eminent 
 Judge himself is engaged in the same precious port- 
 age. Law books and documents galore are going 
 from one car to another. The typewriter takes what 
 she can carry, patient soul ! Now they are all in the 
 private car. It may become a flying workshop, a 
 prison on wheels, its windows as blank as a back- 
 office windows. Evidently Governor Randall slaves 
 it precisely the same at sixty miles an hour as when 
 at home. 
 
 The Governor appears weary as he drags himself 
 across the grease-smeared tracks. No wonder ; a 
 dozen other " Governors " are buttonholing him to 
 the very last. A man may be king, yet there are 
 other kings to whom he must pay attention. 
 
 The king is seated at last. He stretches out his
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 211 
 
 long legs with a sigh of relief, but asks with a 
 quick turn of his head, "Is Horicon here with you 
 fellows ? " 
 
 "Yes. Good-afternoon, Governor Randall. I am 
 here. I hope you are well." Charley Horicon has 
 entered the door in time to say it, and stands in 
 his blue and gold, a vision of surprise before the 
 questioner. 
 
 The Governor surrendered his left hand cordially 
 enough without getting out of his rocking-chair. 
 Holding Horicon's hand, he addresses whomever is 
 near enough to hear, though really speaking his 
 thoughts for his own ears : 
 
 "By George! Smart, ain't he? How much he 
 looks like my Rob in his uniform ! Hi ! how it 
 grips ! " with his right hand to his side. " A naval 
 officer ought to be rich, young man. They tell me 
 that's what you now are. Otherwise it's a dog's life. 
 Any first-class dry-goods clerk beats you on pay." 
 
 " Of course, that's my affair," answered Horicon. 
 "You wanted to see me, the telegram said." 
 
 " Yes. Sit down, please. Ride to Boston with me. 
 Keep in there, Hartley, both of you." This to the 
 elder Hartley, loitering in the apartment, though 
 Marcellus takes his share of the order, and passes on 
 through the room where Horicon and the Governor 
 are seated. 
 
 " Pull her out, Sam," is the Governor's next breath 
 to the conductor. " Let her spin, boy."
 
 212 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Right of way not yet given, sir. Shall I run 
 sixty when we get the start ? " 
 
 " Yes, seventy for all I care. D'ye often ride sixty 
 miles an hour, Captain Horicon ? " 
 
 " Mr. Randall, you have taken it for granted that 
 I could spare the time to come on here. But you are 
 an old gentleman, and have vast affairs and the right 
 to be indulged. Still, sir, allow me to say that I 
 have no occasion, on my part, for a lengthy interview 
 with you." 
 
 The Governor did not resent the reply. "Light 
 with me ? " he asked, taking a cigar, which with some 
 reluctance to further risk offense and with faultless 
 respect the young officer declined. 
 
 "Now, Horicon, you're mad with me, because I 
 was fool enough for a moment to want your girl. I've 
 got over that. Old John Clarkson helped me with 
 his horse sense. I love her too well to see her made 
 unhappy. Catch on ? " 
 
 " That's a speech worthy of a man who has been 
 Governor of a great State, and is crowding hard on to 
 a century," responded Horicon heartily. 
 
 " Now, now, my dear fellow, you'd be surprised if 
 I should tell you that four months ago I had this car 
 made for you ? " 
 
 " I don't understand you." 
 
 " Yes," the Governor went on deliberately ; " ' twas 
 to be your'n to travel the continent over. Dennis ! "
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 213 
 
 "Yis, sorr." Dennis was bending over the chair 
 instantly. 
 
 " Tear off them fixin's." 
 
 Following the pointing hand, Dennis stepped to the 
 end of the compartment, removing the drapery that 
 had been tacked over a mirror, revealing the words 
 
 "THE HORICON" 
 
 
 
 handsomely blazoned on the glass. 
 
 Captain Horicon sat nonplussed before the wide 
 panneled mirror that revealed himself and the Gov- 
 ernor, amid the flitting green and blue of forest and 
 distant landscape, through which they were now 
 flying. 
 
 " And at that time I intended you to have money 
 enough to support the style," the Governor contin- 
 ued, as he sat watching effects on the reflected coun- 
 tenance of the young man. 
 
 " Heavens, man ! why should you give me money ? " 
 
 " Because at that time I thought you would make 
 good use of it." 
 
 " That time ? Does that imply that I have deteri- 
 orated in character ? But, sir, no man can give me 
 money. I am not looking for presents." 
 
 " ' Twas a will, my fine chap." 
 
 " Such a will would have been a mere spider's web 
 before Squire Hartley's walking-stick." Captain
 
 214 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Horicon was now looking away from the mirrored 
 Governor, and straight into the eyes of the living 
 man. 
 
 " Hartley ? " asked Governor Randall, " Cuss 
 him ! " shaking a fist towards the door. " I'd like to 
 see Hartley, or any other man, break a will of mine." 
 
 Captain Horicon laughed in spite of himself. " But, 
 sir, men are not on the ground to see their wills 
 broken. However, you please me most when you tell 
 me this is a thing of the past;" and he began twirling 
 his cap between his knees. 
 
 " Please ye ? " 
 
 " Yes, sir, strange as it may seem. For though I - 
 surely would have fought that lawyer, if the will 
 were a fact, after your death, yet, of course, no self- 
 respecting young fellow would consent to such a 
 gift, if he were previously consulted." 
 
 " By George ! Is it possible any man feels like 
 this nowadays ? He's got Rob's spirit and my own. 
 Can old Hartley be wrong ? " Then directly to Cap- 
 tain Horicon : " Why not ? You bet the woods are 
 full of 'em that would." 
 
 "Governor Randall, you don't understand me. I 
 want nothing that I do not earn. I have not and 
 could not do anything to earn all this. I don't wor- 
 ship your money, nor envy you it. However, were 
 it not for two things I would thank you for your 
 momentary kind purpose concerning my future. As
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 215 
 
 it is, I'll ask you to let me bid you a good-night, and 
 I'll leave you to your own thoughts." 
 
 "Wait. This is the only car. Name the two 
 things." 
 
 " First, I believe you tried to prevent my success 
 in life at the Navy Yard this very week." 
 
 " Well, if I did I failed, eh ? Name the other." 
 
 " You have just now intimated that I am a less 
 worthy man than when you employed me as gardener 
 five months ago, and when presumably you fixed up 
 this fine dream for me in a will." 
 
 " Horicon, if I'd have given you these millions, you 
 would have earned them taking care of them ! My 
 millions are the organ, and I'm the monkey. Any 
 man is who owns them. And, besides, I had a dream 
 that you should disburse them, helping a hundred 
 young folks a year to get on their feet, as the pretty 
 woman said you liked to do, as you yourself said 
 you would do, if you were rich, in that speech one 
 hundred a year, a thousand in ten years, say, even 
 twenty thousand young men in fifty years, set on 
 their feet." 
 
 "Who?" 
 
 " Why, the Jim Lamoiles, young butchers and 
 bakers and candlestick-makers. I thought you would 
 know who was deserving. I guess you would, accord- 
 ing to what Miss Mayfield says you are doing all the 
 while. A thousand dollars to a smart young fellow
 
 216 NONE SUCH? 
 
 of hoss sense just in the nick of time ! Make that 
 your business on the footstool. Find him every- 
 where, from Maine to California, each of the twenty 
 thousand the head of a happy home, say, of three 
 children and a wife. Four times twenty thousand 
 equals eighty thousand. Then the better start of the 
 next generation. By George, as a happiness mill it 
 beats the colleges and hospitals and libraries and parks 
 all to thunder! " The Governor struck his own knee 
 with a resounding slap, hammering out the words. 
 
 " Why haven't you done this benevolent work in 
 your life ? " exclaimed Horicon, greatly impressed. 
 
 " Because I've been too dem selfish ! And it's 
 easier to throw millions in a lump to a college than 
 'tis to go hunting to find a deserving young man w r ith 
 a sensible wife that money wouldn't spoil. Because 
 I have helped young men in my younger days occa^ 
 sionally, and got a kick for my thanks. Not that I'm 
 hungry for thanks, but I'm human ; and I do hate to 
 have a fellow turn against me because, having helped 
 him once, twice, and three times, I would not help 
 him the fourth time. That's why. Because the 
 majority of young men are lunkheads. They ain't 
 worth helping. To help such fellows is to throw 
 your money away, and worse. They'll impose on 
 you, sure's j^ou're alive, the fools ! Because to find 
 the right man is a hunt. But when you find him, oh, 
 it is such a pleasure to help him help himself ! By
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 217 
 
 George, it's the greatest happiness in the world, sir ! 
 You see, such a man keeps it to himself, except he 
 tells his children that you are a noble man and asks 
 them to pray God to bless you. But it don't get 
 into the newspapers. So, sir, you don't find yourself 
 on a list, and your mail the next morning a cartload 
 of begging letters. You ask a rich man like me why 
 he hasn't helped individuals more? Why, Captain 
 Horicon, you don't know the facts. We did begin 
 that way, helping old friends, till we hadn't a friend 
 left. We did begin that way till the cussed mean- 
 ness of human nature disgusted us, we were so kicked 
 and imposed on, and snared and tricked with lying 
 tales, that we had no patience nor sweet temper left, 
 not being infinitely good like the Almighty." 
 
 Springing from his chair, greatly moved, Horicon 
 exclaimed, " That is is sublime, your plan ! If you 
 had judged me unworthy of such a life errand, I 
 should not have quarreled with you. It would take 
 a good and wise man's lifetime. But it would be , 
 wonderfully grand, your arithmetic." 
 
 " That'd be a new line. There ain't many in the 
 business," said the Governor, laughing. " Another 
 reason why we rich men do not attend to this our- 
 selves is that we naturally get afraid of men. Every 
 chap has an ax to grind. We hate to be pitched on 
 with a story that moves our sympathies, and we have 
 to resist and brace ourselves if the man or woman
 
 218 NONE SUCH? 
 
 actually gets 'at us to tell this story. It makes too 
 hard a draft on the nerves, my boy. But I thought 
 you were young and strong and patient, by George ! 
 and I knew she was. I thought, as you were born 
 poor yourself, you'd know how it was yourself. I 
 knew your father was a good man, and taught you to 
 look to God to guide you. And, by George ! I hoped 
 you hadn't forgot it. You'd need the Almighty's 
 own wisdom. Just think on't. One by one, spending 
 thousands on thousands to help wisely one by one to 
 help himself.''' 
 
 The old man whirled his chair away from the young 
 one with a look of hopelessness on his face that it is 
 impossible to describe. He gazed out upon the fly- 
 ing landscape of the Berkshire hills as the little train 
 thundered on its terrific pace, and he seemed impa- 
 tient that even that tremendous speed could not be 
 accelerated. So does a troubled mind treat a private 
 car, as when one paces a room. Horicon could not 
 pace the car. He had been thrown into an opposite 
 seat as soon as he rose to his feet. Some minutes 
 "passed till at length Captain Horicon came over and 
 kindly touching the rich man on his knee, said, 
 
 "But you rejected me on other grounds than those 
 of capacity." 
 
 " Yes ; a man who can be false to a woman will be 
 false to other men, sure." The words came bluntly 
 and were hard to hear.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 219 
 
 "Sir, this is outrageous here in your own car." 
 The blood seemed bursting from Horicon's cheeks 
 and ears. 
 
 "Horicon, you are a trump in spots. Dorothea 
 loves you. At least stick to her. By George, I hum- 
 ble myself to plead with you. You're too good in 
 spots to go to ruin altogether. Let this other young 
 flirt and her ambitions, and all this gallivanting alone. 
 If you'll swear to do that, I'll let you alone at least. 
 But if you don't, why, as if I was her father, I'll 
 break you, even at the Navy Yard, I swear ! " The 
 old man actually shook his fist in the Captain's 
 face. 
 
 What could one reply to that ? What escape was 
 there from the temptation of one's righteous wrath? 
 Horicon well knew that the Governor's manner 
 towards him was not different from that he often 
 held, this autocrat, towards all men in business and 
 in controversy. Great wealth often makes men im- 
 pudent, because imperiously independent. There is 
 but one consolation as you suffer under it. You may 
 assure yourself that there is always some one richer 
 before whom your man must humble himself in turn. 
 If not before some one, then before many, an angered 
 state, a panic-stricken market, a blighted harvest, or 
 some act of God. We all have our master. 
 
 " Governor," at length Captain Horicon had col- 
 lected his thoughts enough to reply, " there is some
 
 220 NONE SUCH? 
 
 wretched mistake about all this. My love and loy- 
 alty to that sweet playmate of my boyhood " 
 
 " There can be no mistake. Did I not see enough 
 myself before I left home ? Did not Miss Sampson 
 write her father that she had broken off her engage- 
 ment with young Hartley, and the old man Sampson 
 come to inquire of me what I thought of you as a 
 young man? " 
 
 "And you, my dear sir, so wise in everything else, 
 have been foolishly led astray, when attempting to 
 track young people's love affairs." Horicon was very 
 indulgent and courteous in speaking this. His anger 
 was rapidly transferring itself to other quarters. 
 
 " Foolishly led astray, d'ye say ? I've given my 
 best wits to this matter. You were my investment. 
 You were to be my son. I've got to do something 
 with all this money. I sha'n't last long, as I feel 
 to-night. Dorothea Mayfield, I'll take care of her, 
 though." 
 
 Captain Horicon did not dare trust himself for 
 further conversation. He rose to his feet and said, 
 
 " I'm sure, Governor Randall, you must want your 
 attorney and secretary and type-writer in here. Let 
 me exchange rooms with them." 
 
 " Yes, it's time I was at work. Marcellus, come in 
 and bring the Judge. Tell 'em, Dennis." 
 
 At sixty miles an hour till bedtime the rich slave 
 toiled on, keeping the three other minds busy. The
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 221 
 
 special ran all night. It was as they were stepping 
 from the car at home the next forenoon that Governor 
 Randall next saw Captain Horicon, and said, 
 
 "By the way, Captain, if I should send for you, 
 would you come up to my office some time within a 
 day or two? " 
 
 Captain Horicon hesitated, hut he gave the old 
 man his hand, though in silence. There they stood 
 for a moment, youth and age. Then the youiig man 
 turned away with something to think of, you may be 
 sure, take it all in all. 
 
 As for the master of millions, so had he some- 
 thing to think of, it is evident, though the idle envi- 
 ous do not, as a rule, well appreciate what the care 
 of millions of money means. Scarcely had Governor 
 Randall turned about when he caught sight of the 
 favorite gray mare hitched to the spider skeleton with 
 the maroon running-gear. Mike, the groom, stood 
 at her head at the edge of the platform. Stepping 
 up to the animal, her owner gave her a few love pats 
 on the swelling neck, threw back her blanket and felt 
 her ribs, and then said, " Mike, she looks well. Be 
 careful how she stands in this chill east wind. 
 Always blanket quick when you stop. I can't take 
 her home. Too busy till night. Drive in for me 
 about six o'clock. Ah, you pretty mare!" and he 
 smoothed her nose. " I guess you are more glad to 
 see me than any one else about Glen Theron."
 
 222 NONE SUCHf 
 
 The walk over to the magnificent new pile of 
 " The Randall Block," where his offices were located, 
 was short. One of these modern business palaces 
 suggests thought. The Rhine castles and Feudal- 
 towns now in ruins all over Europe belong to the 
 old dynasty of the human king. The marble palace 
 of the great city where millions of dollars hold court 
 belongs to the new kings. The cathedral to God is 
 now rarely built, and that grudgingly. The cathe- 
 dral to the worship of the modern god, Gold, the 
 cathedral of St. Mammon, is common enough. It 
 aspires to heaven, story after story. The combined 
 cost of these late cathedrals for the adoration of 
 wealth in Boston, New York, Philadelphia, and 
 Chicago far exceeds the cost of the old St. Peters 
 at Rome, which broke the back of the church to 
 build, and caused the Lutheran Reformation. Such 
 shining stones in the noble atrium, such fretted splen- 
 dors overhead, the like of which King Solomon in all 
 his glory never walked beneath, such elaborate de- 
 signs of H. and R. entwined in the filagree of the 
 elevator guards ! Everywhere is R., on newel post 
 and balustrade, in bronze, in marble, in color. R., 
 mark you, not the imperial N. that martial Napoleon 
 once wrote everywhere on France. A greater than 
 Napoleon is now here. Such woven stuff to muffle 
 the tread of weary feet of the "heavy men," such 
 carvings of quartered oak to make the council table
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 223 
 
 of the nineteenth century star chamber, or fashion the 
 throne of the monarch who owns all. 
 
 Here, through this door, beneath the awful word 
 President on the glass above, will pass Hezekiah 
 Randall, born in a log cabin of Aroostook County, 
 Me., a few years ago. He halts while Dennis pro- 
 duces the key. He halts, too, because the ante-room 
 of power is full of devotees. He must stumble past 
 them, answering their 
 
 " I say, Governor." 
 
 " Good-morning, Randall." 
 
 "A minute, Mr. President." 
 
 "I say, Ki, old friend." 
 
 For each man himself a millionaire, that is, belong- 
 ing to the aristocracy and privileged, stands, pushes, 
 crowds, silk hats held high in one hand, and a fringe 
 of right hands in eager proffer. 
 
 Dennis elbows and jumps over all impediments, his 
 arms full of the Governor's traveling rugs and larger 
 satchels, his hand pushing out the mighty key. He 
 opens the door. He pulls his master in. He ex- 
 claims as the door slams in many faces, 
 
 " Faith, Governor Randall, they're thicker than 
 bumble-bees round the most gorgeousest sunflower 
 this morning." 
 
 Throwing off his coat, lighting his cigar, and back- 
 ing up to the sparkling grate to warm his coat-tails, 
 this summer morning, damp with fogs and east wind :
 
 224 NONE SUCH? 
 
 'The chills get in my bones," exclaims the rich man, 
 and he coughs. " Hi, how it grips ! " He claps his 
 hand to his breast and side. " So Horicon is a rake 
 like all the rest, eh ? I'll save her from him, as if she 
 were my own daughter. My daughter ? Yes ; that's 
 hoss sense." So we see he is still harping on " my 
 daughter." 
 
 Young Hartley, private secretary, silently enters 
 with a card. The ante-room, he represents, is filling 
 up with callers. The rich man has been absent over 
 two weeks. Men all in a row, rich and poor, silk 
 hats and old caps in hand, they stand out there, wait- 
 ing to send in their cards or verbal names. Randall 
 takes the card from his secretary listlessly, stands 
 idly smoking, warming his coat-tails and in solilo- 
 quizing mood. Can one man see everybody? 
 
 " By the way, Marcellus," the Governor remarks, 
 " I expect Mrs. Mayfield and her daughter. Get 
 them in at the private door." Then he thinks out 
 loud, saying, " I'm worn out. These long trips hurt 
 me, especially two days fighting in New York. But, 
 by George, the old man beat them all once more, Den- 
 nis ! " One must exult to some ear, and Dennis is 
 trusty. 
 
 " Yis, sorr, you're a gigantic whole, Governor. 
 You've got what my brother, the veterinary doctor, 
 calls a solar system, sure." Then the man seems to 
 understand that he too can go.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 225 
 
 " What is so lonely as a rich, childless old man ! " 
 soliloquizes the Governor. " Hear the scrambling 
 after me out there, like rats after old cheese." 
 Turning his head to talk towards the closed door, 
 he apostrophizes them : " Why don't you go to work 
 and make ? That's what I did, and could again in 
 six months if I was left poor to-day." 
 
 Secretary Marcellus enters again with a card. 
 Randall reads : ' Senator Stanley. Humph ! That 
 means the State library." He tosses the card lightly 
 on the table without bidding the visitor enter, and 
 goes on with his talk to the air: "Let senators wait. 
 We own them, for we make them. A rich, sick old 
 man ! Not a soul cares for me. It's the millions. 
 Every one of us rich men knows it. Horicon," apos- 
 trophizing the imaginary presence of that young man, 
 yet in doing it, stepping over to confront the portrait 
 of his son Robert, " you resemble him so ! " 
 
 The secretary with another card appears. 
 
 " The Mayor," the Governor growls. " That's about 
 the memorial water-works to my son." He throws 
 this card also on the table. " Tell them all, Marcel- 
 lus, it's Directors' Meeting at one o'clock, and I can't 
 see any callers." 
 
 The secretary is troubled ; he has another card in 
 his hand and some papers. " But, Governor, you 
 were to meet the president, secretary, and treasurer 
 of the Trust to-day. They offer "
 
 226 NONE SUCH? 
 
 "They offer everything and pay nothing, by 
 George! I'm not in for making more money. See 
 them in an hour/' Yet he will not. What else 
 should the secretary do but go and make what peace 
 he can ? 
 
 The Governor is talking to the portrait : " Boy, 
 why did you lead that charge ? In your dear face I 
 see a better than myself." 
 
 There was in the alcove of his desk a smaller pho- 
 tograph of Mrs. Randall, standing on a neat frame. 
 The Governor possessed himself of it, and began ad- 
 dressing it : " Anna, they call the old man a Money 
 Bags, harsh and hard. You never found him so. 
 No, no, there shall never come another in your 
 place. The old man's coming to you, rather." 
 
 In no mood for work, Governor Randall stepped to 
 the doors and locked them. " What ails me ? It 
 was a hard day in New York yesterday. They all 
 hopped on me so. But I beat 'em. By George, I 
 was on top when I left 'em ! I'm not fit for night 
 rides, either, as I once was. No, that's not it. 
 Anna, Robert, Anna, you know." He fingers a thin 
 worn ring which he wears on his left hand. " It was 
 five and fifty years ago to-day we were married. By 
 George, I'm all unnerved ! " 
 
 Why not a millionaire with a human heart in his 
 breast, gentlemen, Walking Delegates, Grand Mas- 
 ters, and Social Reformers, all ? Why not the loves
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 227 
 
 and griefs of life, the sensibilities of a great nature, 
 for such men are great in everything else ? Feelings 
 to be wounded, dreams of a right good happiness 
 broken and vanished away ? Is it any evidence that 
 such humanities are not, because these strong men 
 hide their hearts from you ? 
 
 There came a rap on the private door. Governor 
 Randall may have wiped away a few tears. If so, lie 
 was the better for them, though he said, "About 
 dried up at the fountain," and hastened to open the 
 door to Mrs. Mayfield and Dorothea, whom he 
 expected, saying graciously, 
 
 " Very kind, ladies ; something important. Been 
 South and in New York for two weeks. I owe you 
 an apology, my dear Miss Mayfield. Forgive a too 
 soft old heart." He took her hand. 
 
 " Heaven bless you, sir ! Your words are a burst 
 of sunshine. Mamma, dear, am I not right?" said 
 the girl. 
 
 But the mother instantly reproved her with, 
 " Unfortunate child ! Dear Mr. Randall, have you 
 heard "- 
 
 " Mamma ! " The brown eyes flashed. 
 
 " Yes, Miss Mayfield," continued the old gentle- 
 man kindly. " Dorothea, my child, may I not say ? I 
 have sent for you to beg the humble privilege of pro- 
 tecting you, and providing for you, and, I may say, 
 avenging you, as if 3^011 were my own daughter."
 
 228 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " For your friendship we bless you always, always," 
 responded Dorothea fervently. " Yes, as my father's 
 love I would welcome yours. But, Governor, you 
 say ' avenging me ! ' 
 
 " Dorothea, do not drive me distracted ! " protested 
 the mother, sinking into a chair. 
 
 " Child, listen to an old man," the Governor went 
 on, still holding Dorothea's hand. " I, too, was fond 
 of Horicon. My idea was that Charles Horicon 
 should live my life over again, free of the frets that 
 have worn me out. He should walk under the oaks 
 of Glen Theron, his servants and dogs at his heels, 
 his hunters in the stables, and keep those white 
 gables for his children's children, like the English 
 lords I see in Sussex when I go to England. My 
 ancestors came from Sussex. I wanted to prove to 
 the uttermost just once in this sad world the full 
 power of great wealth to make one man happy." 
 
 " What a beautiful dream ! " exclaimed widow 
 Mayfield. "Did you say Charley was to have all 
 this?" 
 
 " And my sweet girl, " continued the rich man. 
 " Youth was fitted to youth. I was glad when I 
 thought I saw he loved you, because I loved you. 
 Now, don't jump. I loved you as an old man with a 
 bit of hoss sense might love you. Clarkson knocked 
 the nonsense out of me. Do you remember, too, 
 about Horicon's kindness to Jim Lamoile, and what
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 229 
 
 you said Horicon said about my money, and seeking 
 out young fellows and making it the business of his 
 life to help them on their feet ? " 
 
 " I certainly remember, sir. He has said it a 
 hundred times," answered the girl. 
 
 " By George, it pleased me ! Yes. Sit down, Mrs. 
 Mayfield. You sit, my daughter." He still was hold- 
 ing her hand and offered to lead her to a chair. 
 " No ? You're nervous, like me ? Then we'll stand. 
 You see, it's tough as a pine knot to know how to 
 dispose of my money. They're driving me mad, 
 advising me. So I thought of him, Horicon, and you, 
 once more, especially after I myself heard his grand 
 speech at Harmony Hall. It's not altogether an un- 
 selfish idea with me. I'd like to live because I can 
 live a big life. I've showed it. I'd like to stay here 
 and fight. I always liked wrestling. But I know I 
 can't stay long. Now, my own boy, he's gone. Then 
 I thought of a chap to take my money and be me 
 over again, as my boy would had he lived, me kind 
 of smoothed and sandpapered and varnished, with 
 leisure to enjoy the world, and making a smoother 
 way through the world for lots of others, like my 
 boy." 
 
 Dorothea sits down, yet eloquently regarding him. 
 " Governor Randall, what are you ? You are like 
 like Kearsarge Mountain, sometimes so fair, so grand, 
 then so stormy, rough."
 
 230 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Me ? Oh, I'm mostly an old work-hoss, the col- 
 lege men say, fit for nothing but to make money." 
 But a softer light for a moment shining in his blue 
 eyes revealed his gratification that she read him so 
 sympathetically. " But then I learned of Horicon's 
 tomfoolery with pretty Miss Sampson, the reformer 
 with all her notions, new improvements on the old 
 Bible. By George ! " 
 
 " Governor Randall, she is a designing woman ! I 
 will not listen to one word against Charley. He is as 
 true as heaven's own light." She thought she knew. 
 
 " Oh, be advised !" pleaded her mother. " Let the 
 dear old man who knows the wicked world direct 
 you like a daughter." 
 
 "Yes, ma'am, I do know the wicked world. 
 Young men are scamps, most of them. No doubt 
 Hartley is correct." 
 
 " Squire Hartley ? " Dorothea Mayfield flamed at 
 him now. " Governor Randall, you need defending 
 from that old man. But I must go. I can't stay to 
 hear you misjudge Charley Horicon." 
 
 " Stay, I pray you," exclaimed the millionaire, 
 for she was sweeping away from him. " Hartley ? 
 There's his door, old rat ! I was telling you. I 
 shall burn the Horicon will, but, by George, I'll make 
 a new one. I'll scatter this wealth in a hundred 
 ways an Old Man's Home, an Old Woman's 
 Home, a Memorial Park, a handful here and there
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 231 
 
 and everywhere, and I don't care where. But I'll 
 provide an annuity to you and your mother, and 
 you'll find some good man and be happy." 
 
 " Leave me out, Governor," she cried in splendid 
 defiance of his will. " Why, I would no more in- 
 herit, nor allow my Charley to inherit, with that law- 
 yer setting us all by the ears to break the will " 
 
 " Child, I'll make him draw it so he himself 
 couldn't break it." 
 
 " Mamma, will you go with me ? " fairly demanded 
 Dorothea. " Governor Randall, I shall not want 
 your money. My husband will earn all I need. 
 Come, mamma dear." 
 
 " Dorothea, you are crazy. No, I will not go with 
 you," sobbed the broken lady. " On your peril do 
 not reject this powerful patron's care of us." 
 
 Then with another change of front, girl fashion, 
 Dorothea, with her hand on the door, pleaded : " Gov- 
 ernor Randall, in Heaven's name I pray you forget 
 me. Oh, Heaven, help me with my mother. Mamma, 
 a child should ever be a child. I say here that I will 
 not marry with your mind as it has been for the past 
 two weeks. Even a foolish mother's frown upon her 
 wedding-day what dutiful daughter could endure ? 
 But I will never take this poor old man's money, 
 the price of a cruel blunder. Think of it, mamma ! 
 You could not ask it of me ? " 
 
 " You will, I suppose, work in the factory first."
 
 232 NONE SUCH? 
 
 "Hush, madam," protested the Governor. "I at 
 least am cool and patient. I hate to do it ; but I'll 
 show Horicon up and cure her, and care for her 
 like her own father, whether she'll let me or not." 
 
 " Cool and patient, indeed ! Oh, oh, you are so 
 wrorigheaded ! " cried the girl piteously. " To serve 
 me, as you think, what will you do to Charley 
 Horicon ? " 
 
 " Dear child, I never lack for means to track a 
 scamp. Please be reasonable, won't you?" 
 
 With that she fell on her knees before him. " Oh, 
 sir, full well I know the fearful power of your mil- 
 lions. This great establishment swarms with men 
 who would do anything yes, there are to be found 
 tools who would kill a man for a hundred dollars. 
 Your millions have crushed more than one who stood 
 in your way " 
 
 Starting back, the rich man turned white. "Have 
 a care, Miss May But Heaven help me! I will 
 take anything from her and go right on to save her." 
 He began pacing up and down the room. "This is 
 tough work, being a father to a wayward girl." 
 
 He seemed so sincere in his obstinate kindness 
 that, after gazing on him for a moment, the girl's 
 heart pitied him. She approached him. She held 
 out her hand to him, though he paced by it un- 
 heeding, while she spoke. " Forgive me, Governor 
 Randall. I take it back. Oh, let me remember ! I
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 233 
 
 am making a prayer, not judging you. Sir, by the 
 memories of your own heart, did you listen to 
 your Anna always as you should? By any love you 
 may indeed have for me, desist from this second 
 blunder of yours. In Heaven's name I ask, leave 
 Charley and me to ourselves. Promise me now to 
 forget us. Let us be as if we were not in the same 
 world with you." 
 
 " Impossible ! " he exclaimed. "My rule in busi- 
 ness has always been : ' When you're right, let noth- 
 ing stop you.' ' As if this was business. 
 
 There was nothing more to do or say. Dorothea 
 simply devoted herself to the task of getting her 
 mother from the room, the Governor helping by say- 
 ing' ~ 
 
 " Madam, go with your daughter. Keep with her 
 
 for to-day. I expect Horicon here later on. I'll fix 
 him. Go, I say." They obeyed him and left the 
 room. 
 
 "Darn my old stockin' ! " exclaimed the solitary 
 rich man as they left the room, his excitement taking 
 him back to the vernacular of his boyhood. " By 
 George, I'd rather manage the whole South-western 
 and Northern Pacific systems ! I ain't getting any- 
 where trying to make folks happy. I am worth 
 nothing except at making dollars." He paced the 
 floor more slowly now, and finally stopped at that 
 last thought. " But, by George, I'm a good one yet 
 at that ! " touching his bell. " Let 'em in ! "
 
 234 NONE SUCH? 
 
 He stationed himself at the door as the obsequious 
 directors burst upon him, his face as impassive as 
 became a sphinx. The overwhelming deference 
 with which these gray-haired directors passed in, 
 who shall tell ? One must have seen it to credit 
 it. 
 
 First Director. " Ah, Governor, market's stiffening 
 up since you went to New York. You're a great 
 one ! Give us your hand." 
 
 Second Director. " I hope your Excellency is as 
 rugged as an oak." 
 
 The Governor. " How are ye ? So, so. Let's get 
 in and at it, gentlemen." 
 
 Third Director. " Ha, ha, Governor ! you're a won- 
 der ! What a rattling you gave them in New York ! 
 Reminded me of Coriolanus' line; yes, like an eagle in 
 a dove-cot. You recall Shakespeare's line?" 
 
 The Governor. Hey ? I took the carcasses, I know, 
 and threw them fellows the hides and hoofs, by 
 George ! "' 
 
 Fourth Director. " Our Yankee Hercules, welcome 
 home ! My stars, Randall, the morning papers were 
 full of it! When I read the New York dispatches 
 this morning, I thought to myself, I know that man ; 
 I am able to call him my personal friend ; I also am 
 an humble member of his board of directors" 
 
 The Governor. " Glory, Sampson ! Get in there. 
 Nothing important coming up to-day. You voted
 
 THK11E WILL YET JiE THOUSANDS. 235 
 
 the new issue, Hartley wired me. You gentlemen 
 can go through the month's routine. I'm tired out, 
 and want to go home." 
 
 Fifth Director. " Judge Hartley can, of course, 
 call us to order ; but we want to see our president on 
 his throne, just to look at him after such a field-day. 
 Achilles returned from the Trojan wars." 
 
 The Governor. "Heli? Hartley, call the Board 
 to order. You've got all the business. I'll be in 
 shortly." Then he stepped to the window, quiver- 
 ing yet with nervous weariness. " Going to storm, 
 isn't it ? " 
 
 Judge Hartley brought up the rear behind the 
 twelfth worshiper, assenting : " Your wishes, Gov- 
 ernor." Then as the door closed, this might have 
 been in the attorney's heart : " Got a chill, old man ? 
 Vice-President Hartley to-day, six months hence 
 President Hartley." 
 
 But Governor Randall was not long in becoming 
 himself again, hard, cool, calm. He pulled over the 
 papers on his desk for a moment, secured what he 
 wanted, and was about to follow his little great. men, 
 when his secretary entered and half hesitatingly 
 said, 
 
 "Governor Randall, the case of young Simons. 
 You wanted him turned over to you at the earliest 
 possible moment. The detectives have him here 
 now."
 
 236 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " The young freight agent up at the Junction ? " 
 asked the Governor. 
 
 " Yes, sir." 
 
 " Let's see ; he stole some money." 
 
 " Fifteen hundred dollars. My father, Judge 
 Hartley, says we can send him to prison for two 
 years." 
 
 " What, and smutch him forever for fifteen hun- 
 dred pesky dollars ? " demanded the Governor. " Good 
 fellow, wife and baby, first offense. Send him in 
 here. I remember now. Yes, I'll attend to one good 
 deed to-day and suit myself too." He had stopped 
 in his tracks, papers in hand, where the pale-faced, 
 trembling young bundle of shame and fear confronted 
 him the next moment. 
 
 Softly, yet as swift as lightning, the words sprang 
 from the Governor's lips : " You're the boy who 
 tried to shoot himself for very shame?" 
 
 " Oh, sir, I'm a thief ! I've nothing, God knows, 
 to say ! " burst out the young culprit. 
 
 " That's bad," said the man of power. " Dollars 
 are sacred things, so the law says. But when a 
 fellow jilts a trusting girl, or worse, he don't lose 
 his place. Oh, no, that's the way of the world. 
 But, boy, I'm an odd stick. D'ye know what I'm 
 going to do with you ? Look up here. There's a 
 kind God on high. Better speak to him about it 
 when you are alone. I'll pay the fifteen hundred
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 237 
 
 dollars. And now go back to your place and be 
 somebody. I raise your wages for your wife's and 
 baby's sake, and to lessen your temptation. Remem- 
 ber, I trust you. Let's see what that will do." 
 
 There was no opportunity given for a scene of 
 gratitude, for Marcellus hurried his man promptly 
 away. 
 
 We have proposed to ourselves to see this busy 
 man through one day's work, at least, sample of all 
 in its quick changes of duties and swift engrossment 
 of flying moments. It will not be proper for us to 
 enter the Directors' Room. Of all the millions of 
 men, women, and children who live in this busy 
 world, few of us ever saw that show. Sometimes 
 it is no show, but calm as summer evenings are. 
 Sometimes there are hot and fierce words over the 
 almighty dollar. As in this particular case, what prom- 
 ised to be " only the month's routine" degenerated 
 into a stormy session of three hours. It is said 
 church meetings are not always peaceful, and some- 
 times the brethren bandy epithets not complimentary. 
 This must be true, for we read it all the next day in 
 the papers. But we never read what the high priests 
 say to one another when gathered in the holy of 
 holies of the Cathedral of St. Mammon. Do they 
 kiss and bless one another always? Are there no 
 unbelievers there? no heretics, no backsliders, no 
 faithless ones ? Who shall say ? One would think
 
 238 NONE SUCH? 
 
 it might be easy to agree on " hard facts," on " things 
 seen." It is not strange that "fables," and "things 
 unseen and eternal," should present occasion for dis- 
 pute ; but not hard cash. 
 
 Still it was a stormy session in this case. The 
 autocrat of the directors' table was forced to rub 
 some ears together, and to put his foot down. When 
 the company emerged no face appeared as restful as 
 when it went in. The Governor, however, wore the 
 same impassive, machine-like calm. There is yet 
 work for him to do. The secretary has a thousand 
 and one things to submit. The Governor looks at 
 the clock as if anticipating his gray mare. But 
 another and another and another paper is to be 
 signed, till at length the laborious day draws near 
 its close. 
 
 "There are the usual requests for charity," said 
 Marcellus Hartley, running over a bundle of letters. 
 " I suppose I shall send the stated checks, as usual. 
 It is not necessary for you to look them over, unless 
 you will add to the list." This was the customary 
 monthly remark of the private secretary. But this 
 afternoon, to his surprise, the Governor looked up 
 and demanded, 
 
 " Let me see the list to which I am giving 
 monthly." Running his eye over it slowly till he 
 came to the footing of the cash column, he read 
 aloud, " To individuals, then, I give a thousand
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 239 
 
 dollars per month. Most of them I never see. To 
 institutions of one kind and another, five thousand 
 dollars per month, most of whom do not care a rap 
 whether whether I enjoy it or not, so they get it. 
 Marcellus ! " 
 
 " Yes, sir." 
 
 " At the beginning of this year I drove my stake, 
 did I not?" 
 
 " You did. You do every year ; and this year you 
 have gone beyond it as usual." 
 
 " How much ? " 
 
 " I should say about ' twenty-eight thousand 
 dollars.' " 
 
 " Humph ! " And the rich man fell off into silent 
 musing. Let us hope he remembered the Giver of 
 all, and took great comfort in the thought of the 
 Great Physician, that it is more blessed to give than 
 to receive. But, perhaps, being so pressed with the 
 business of collecting these dollars for years, that, as 
 he himself had said, he could not bring his mind, 
 even on Sunday, to think religious thoughts nor 
 attend a church, perhaps this neglected old sinner, 
 whom the preachers never approached but to wheedle 
 and flatter, fell off to thinking that it was about time 
 for the gray mare. 
 
 Suddenly the door opened and a nondescript person 
 stood before him, tossing back a mat of long black 
 hair, and waiting to be bid welcome. The Governor 
 stared at him, and burst out with,
 
 240 NONE SUCH? 
 
 "Hullo ! who in thunder are you ? " 
 
 " My name is Salve Kowitski, as yet unknown to 
 fame," replied the fellow grandiloquently. 
 
 " I should say so. By George ! how'd you get in 
 here?" 
 
 " Hear me for the sake of the unborn millions," 
 said Kowitski. 
 
 The Governor laughed. "You're on the unborn 
 millions lay, too, are ye ? They all are." And he 
 began anew a search for papers on his desk. 
 
 " You received a letter from Kowitski ? " This 
 sharply. 
 
 " You're a crank. One of them chaps that fire 
 threatening letters at us poor fellows." The Gov- 
 ernor was still turning over his papers. " I didn't 
 read your letter. Look at that " pointing to a 
 basket " that's only ten days of these blood and 
 thunder letters." Evidently the Governor was now 
 expecting some of his office attendants would take 
 the man in hand without further attention from him- 
 self, and remove the intruder. But Kowitski glared 
 at the letters in the waste-basket furiously, struck 
 a tragic attitude with folded arms, and was silent. 
 Dennis meanwhile, laying off his coat and dancing 
 up behind in pugilistic attitude, began to think it 
 time to interfere. 
 
 " Unread ! My soul's effusion cast out as trash ! " 
 shouted Kowitski,
 
 TI1EUE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 241 
 
 "That's about the size of it, ain't it?" said the 
 Governor, out of patience now. " Now, I shall be 
 obliged to cast you out as trash unless " 
 
 " Oh, hear me ! Two hundred and fifty thousand 
 dollars will start me." 
 
 " Less'n that, sorr," growled Dennis. 
 
 " I have a scheme," the man went on, " that will 
 sweep away the last vestige of sorrow between the 
 North and South, and between China and America ! " 
 
 " Is that so ? " The Governor was momentarily 
 amused, and looked at him. 
 
 "Yes; my plan will change the whole face of 
 Africa. It will obliterate for ever and ever and ever 
 the fundamental ethnic difference between blacks 
 and whites, whether oriental or occidental, making 
 all one. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars 
 will do it." 
 
 " See here. How'd this fellow get in here, Mr. 
 Secretary?" 
 
 " By this letter," explained the fidgeting Mar- 
 cellus, handing a letter to his employer. Taking it 
 and reading it, the Governor exclaimed with some 
 surprise, 
 
 " Why, this is a letter of introduction, Marcellus, 
 from the President of the Woman's Christian Tem- 
 perance Union. She's a good woman. I've given her 
 many a dollar. Subscribe a thousand dollars a year, 
 don't I ? See here, crank, is this letter genuine ? "
 
 242 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Do you doubt she would introduce me ? " 
 
 " You forged her name, you scamp, to get past my 
 doors. What's your great scheme to obliterate all 
 differences between blacks and whites, to change the 
 face of Africa and China ? Come, let's have it quick 
 and get your contribution and be off." 
 
 Producing a powder box, and opening it with a 
 grand nourish, Kowitski said : " By washing the 
 colored man white, sir." 
 
 Everybody laughed except Dennis, whose simple 
 sense showed him plainly that the office hour's 
 amusement might cost all hands some serious trouble 
 shortly. The Governor, pausing half way to the 
 door of the Directors' Room, and motioning back 
 Dennis, good-naturedly remarked, finally, " Oh, is 
 that it?" 
 
 " Deny me not, sir, for I hold in this bag that 
 which will blow the building to atoms. A holo- 
 caust of glory receives me." With that he tossed 
 his bag in air, and caught it again in his hands safely 
 as it descended. 
 
 " All right ! all right ! " said the Governor, turning 
 quickly about. " Just be patient, and do your blow- 
 ing up when you are all alone by yourself. I'll draw 
 you a check." With that the millionaire stepped to 
 his desk and wrote. This might be the best way 
 after all. Then handing the supposed check to the 
 madman, he said : " Now, good-by. Queen Victoria
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 243 
 
 might subscribe too. You'd better take a tug-boat 
 and run right over and see Vickie. And go see the 
 Czar of Russia too. He'll take some, I'm sure." 
 
 " Thanks ; I go ! My powder cleans the world ! " 
 The poor wretch bowed like a lord in waiting, and 
 bundled himself out the door. 
 
 " Shall our detectives arrest him? " asked Marcellus. 
 
 " No, no," protested the Governor. "He ought to 
 be arrested, but I don't want to be the one to do it. 
 Let him go." 
 
 " But the check you gave him ! " 
 
 " I signed my name E-1-k-e-n-i-a-h S. R-a-n-d-1, and 
 on the busted Maverick Bank. " D'ye suppose he 
 can get that cashed ? By George ! let him if he can," 
 and the Governor disappeared in the Directors' room. 
 
 " That spalpeen will butcher our dear Governor 
 yet ! " exclaimed Dennis, resuming his coat. 
 
 The secretary ventured to remark to Dennis, or to 
 the empty air, that there ought to be some way of 
 excluding such callers. But he did not know what 
 way. No one could read another's mind, and no 
 public man could think of excluding everybody from 
 his presence. It was always a dangerous thing to 
 succeed in this world. Every monarch in history 
 had found it so. " The Governor says we must use 
 reasonable care, but if they want to get at you, these 
 cranks, they will somewhere ; and I guess that';j so." 
 
 Apparently, therefore, this ridiculous ajjailment
 
 244 NONE SUCH? 
 
 had vanished. A loose thread in the world's texture, 
 it was no uncommon experience. Probably there 
 was danger in it. Cranks love a shining mark. 
 Still, it is a brush of quaint hazard that is passed ; 
 and now for the gray mare, whom Mike will drive 
 down. 
 
 The Governor had not calculated carefully all the 
 consequences of the day's deeds, however. Charles 
 Horicon and 'Dorothea Mayfield had met. Result, 
 Captain Horicon is now on his way hither at once 
 to demand explanations. He hopes to arrive at the 
 office before the Governor leaves. In fact, he is here, 
 he has entered the private door, following hard after 
 Judge Hartley and the private secretary, who have 
 come for some last word. Dennis is behind them. 
 But behind them all re-enters the unannounced and 
 tricked Kowitzski, shouting, 
 
 " You deceived me ! I will not be fooled ! " He 
 bounds up to the Governor, as he is closing his desk 
 for the day. 
 
 " Hartley, confound you ! Touch the bell, man ! " 
 cries the Governor ; he has lost nerve with the day's 
 labors. But Judge Hartley gets under the table, 
 like the coward that he is, and cries out to Horicon, 
 strange to say : " Touch the bell, Horicon, on the 
 arm of the Governor's chair ! " It is all very sudden, 
 absurdly sudden. 
 
 " You'd better not call for help," yells the crazy
 
 THERE WILL YET PE THOUSANDS. 245 
 
 man. " I see you are a lot of cowards. Governor 
 Randall, I " 
 
 Randall faces him, hands clinched, not a coward, 
 but retreating a bit. Dennis cries out from the hall- 
 way : u I've got the other woodchuck ! There's two 
 of 'em, Horicon." And there is a vulgar sound of 
 curses and blows from the door. Horicon steps in 
 before the Governor promptly enough, with the stern 
 order to the intruder : - 
 
 " You crazy scamp ! Stop where you are ! " 
 
 "The handbag, Horicon! Dynamite!" The Gov- 
 ernor's quick eye had caught sight of the dangerous 
 little bag. 
 
 Throttling the fellow, Horicon demands : " Give 
 me the bag!" filches it from him, and deposits it 
 upon the table, meanwhile keeping a firm grip on 
 the man's throat. 
 
 " Now, get out of here." And with athletic pushes 
 the Captain forces the fellow backward. He has him 
 nearly across the threshold. In an instant more a 
 dozen stalwart porters w T ill be here, for call-bells are 
 ringing their alarms all over the great establishment. 
 Swift thoughts are running through the rich man's 
 mind. He has often thought of such miserable possi- 
 bilities. Of late years they constitute new dangers 
 for the very rich. Who fired the Ephesian dome ? 
 And Ravaillacs and Guiteaus are still abroad. One 
 moment more, Captain Horicon. The Governor even
 
 246 NONE SUCH? 
 
 starts forward himself to lend a hand; for crazed 
 muscles are like those of a wild beast, though Captain 
 Horicon is much the larger and stronger man. 
 
 "Out! Thank God!" The Governor devoutly 
 uttered his thanks as the door has closed with a bang 
 between him and his assailant. 
 
 "Governor Randall," exclaimed the pale and trem- 
 bling Marcellus, " Captain Horicon has saved our 
 lives ! " 
 
 Captain Horicon struggled back into the room, 
 groping with one hand for a seat, while he held the 
 other before his eyes. A strange, pungent odor of 
 chemicals began to fill the room. 
 
 " Saved my our lives?" echoed the millionaire. 
 " I hain't a doubt of it. Charley," yes, he so ad- 
 dressed Horicon, stepping up to him, and laying a 
 hand on his shoulder, " are you cut, or what ? " 
 
 " I believe," was Horicon 's reply, spoken slowly, 
 and with every evidence of extreme agony, " the 
 fellow has put my eyes out." 
 
 Judge Hartley had by this time recalled himself. 
 He began : " Governor, I don't think you need wait. 
 I'll attend to this adventurer too." 
 
 Horicon simply raised his head. Governor Randall 
 glared at the Judge like an enraged lion. 
 
 " Hartley, by George, hain't you any feelings ? 
 The boy's given his young eyes for mine. Charley 
 Horicon, you can't be a rake. Rakes have no courage
 
 THERE WILL YET HE THOUSANDS. 247 
 
 like that, nor great lawyers either, by George ! " 
 He was on his knees before the young man, attempt- 
 ing to relieve the closed and bleached eyelids with a 
 hand as gentle as a woman's. 
 
 " Thank you, Governor Randall," said Horicon. 
 " Now will you order a carriage ? " 
 
 " Go in my carriage to my house. Say, now, you 
 will?" 
 
 In his great agony the young man groaned out : 
 " Anywhere, a physician." 
 
 " Dennis, telephone for Dr. Wilson and go for 
 Miss May field," cried the Governor. 
 
 " Miss Mayfield is is waiting for me in the 
 ante-room below," answered Captain Horicon, rising 
 to his feet. 
 
 " Go call her ! " The Governor spoke it like a 
 monarch, and a dozen hearers who had collected 
 sprang to do his bidding.
 
 248 NONE SUCH? 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 " TAKE me to the Marine Hospital ; that is my 
 place," groaned Captain Horicon to Miss Mayfield, as 
 she was guiding him from the door of the waiting- 
 room to a carriage. 
 
 " Governor Randall," said Miss Mayfield, promptly 
 addressing the old gentleman, who had followed the 
 group down the stairs with much solicitude, and 
 stood without his hat or overcoat in the sharp east 
 wind. " Captain Horicon desires to be taken to the 
 hospital at the Navy Yard. It certainly does seem 
 his proper destination." 
 
 " As you judge best," responded the Governor, 
 "only get right off." It was evident that Governor 
 Randall was thoroughly shaken, not to say pros- 
 trated. He did not follow to the hospital, but hav- 
 ing requested Marcellus Hartley to do so, and to 
 telephone fully the surgeon's verdict, ordered the 
 groom to drive back the gray mare, as lie "did not 
 feel equal to pulling the lines," entered a carriage 
 which Dennis had called, and drove to Glen Theron, 
 
 On the morning of the next day an unheard-of 
 event took place at Glen Theron. 
 
 " Governor Randall is ill ! " 
 
 This strange, new event in the world's history
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 249 
 
 pushed its way to notice rudely, yet was not to be 
 put aside. The old house servants whispered it in 
 amazement, though they had expected it in the natu- 
 ral course of events late years. For more than 
 twenty years, however, to whose detailed history on 
 the estate some memories ran, rarely had a morning 
 broken when that handsome form was not early astir, 
 breathing the fresh air of a day scarcely more newly 
 created than this owner of so much of it. Never, so 
 far as any one could remember, had the advancing 
 hours not heard at least his ringing voice in the 
 echoing marble halls, across the lawns, speaking some 
 order for the day. 
 
 " He is certainly very ill," the physician informed 
 John Clarkson, poor mournful soul, who had passed 
 most of the night in the Governor's room, and now 
 asked a pointed question of Dr. Wilson in the 
 library. "He is asleep, you saw," the doctor con- 
 tinued. " Let us keep him as quiet as we can. But, 
 Mr. Clarkson," and he drew near to say it, " if the 
 Governor has family friends mind you, not business 
 friends ; no Hartleys nor any one else to talk busi- 
 ness but if you know any one kin to him who 
 ought to be informed " 
 
 " Which there ain't none. God help th' dear old 
 man ! " groaned Clarkson with trembling voice, great 
 honest tears at the same time coursing one another 
 down his rugged face.
 
 250 NONE SUCHt 
 
 But within an hour the world knew it, the reporters 
 from all the newspapers having buzzed John Clark- 
 son and sent abroad what they could discern, that 
 thirty-five millions of wealth, more or less, were sick, 
 that they were mortal, finite, and not dying. No, 
 the millions of gold do not die ; they simply laugh 
 and kick, with their little yellow legs, their late chief 
 servant into his grave, while they trot nimbly off to 
 some other master. The world mourned? Why, 
 no ; the world began to speculate as to the new 
 master. 
 
 " He can't see you ! " John Clarkson was very 
 peremptory with Judge Hartley, which was unfor- 
 tunate. 
 
 " You will bear me witness, bub," said the Judge, 
 stroking his square lower jaw with one hand, and 
 laying the other on his son Marcellus's shoulder, 
 " that I am not able to gain access to the sick man's 
 chamber. Come, let's walk down to the electric. I 
 must, of course, manage as I think best." 
 
 The father and son went out of the deserted 
 library ; they paused at the eastern portico, then 
 they paused again beneath the great oak beyond the 
 fountain, and yet a third time they paused on the 
 hilltop, from which all the wide meadows could be 
 seen dotted over with their comely herds. 
 
 " Come, father," said the son, " you are due in 
 town. Why are you halting like this so often ? "
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 251 
 
 Then for the first time in a long half-hour the attorney 
 spoke, waving his hand out in an all-comprehending 
 gesture, as he said, 
 
 " When this is mine, bub " but did not complete 
 his sentence. 
 
 " It is dreadful to hear you speak in this way, 
 father." Marcellus spoke with undisguised feeling. 
 
 " Why, you little imp, you," said the Judge, " is 
 it not enough that Horicon has robbed you of your 
 sweetheart, that you are so willing to acquiesce with 
 the Fates that would give him your fortune ? " 
 
 " He has not robbed me of Miss Sampson's love, if 
 that is what you mean. I am not sure she has any 
 affections. Even if she has, nothing on earth could 
 separate Dorothea Mayfield and Charley Horicon 
 now. Why, father, when I went over there this 
 morning, was she not sitting by his chair reading to 
 him ? She, with her mother, is the surgeon's guest, 
 and spends all her time with the man who loves her 
 as he loves his life." 
 
 "How bad off is he?" 
 
 " It is ungrateful in you that you have not before 
 asked me that, father. He is all right. In ten days 
 he will be about his duties, they say. I hope to 
 to the Fates that's so. He was a most intrepid 
 defender of us all." 
 
 " You don't want these millions, then ? " said the 
 Judge, with the evident intent to draw out fully his 
 son's mind.
 
 252 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Father, I say frankly I will do nothing against 
 the interests of a man who sticks to a lovely poor 
 girl, when a rich one tried to make him as false as 
 she was ready to prove herself to me. As for me, 
 I'd better live single than be mismated. I thank 
 God, there I that I understood her in time. Once 
 married your devil's to pay. Horicon did me a 
 service. He took off her lustrous mask, and he did 
 it honorably. In fact, she took it off for him and 
 without his asking. Her father helped her. I know 
 all about it. I would gladly do Charley Horicon 
 some service in return." 
 
 " Ah, yes ; then I presume she hates Horicon by 
 this time," said the Judge, rubbing his square chin. 
 
 " She would call it altruistic aversion, the worst 
 sort of hatred, by the way." Marcellus laughed 
 derisively. 
 
 " Miss Sampson has been ready to co-operate with 
 me through her father, who is managing director, in 
 tempting Horicon to take a position on the other 
 Road," said the Judge thoughtfully. 
 
 " Yes, no doubt. She is a long-headed woman," 
 exclaimed the young man excitedly. " I see that all 
 now too. You know that the only one thing that 
 Governor Randall never, never would forgive in 
 Horicon, or any other man, is his leaving our 
 employ for a position with a competitor. Father, 
 this is your own last card. The girl acts impet-
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 253 
 
 uously from revenge ; you act from your change- 
 less purpose to prevent another will giving Horicon 
 all." 
 
 " Pooh, Pooh ! I don't care how many wills Ki 
 Randall makes," stoutly asserted the attorney, swell- 
 ing out his person and looking up Elm Avenue for 
 the electric. 
 
 " Pardon me, my father, you do care greatly 
 whether you have bright, resolute, capable Charles 
 Horicon to fight, or a lot of suckers, as you call them, 
 such as our city aldermen, trustees of the public 
 library, and various colleges and the like, who would 
 be clay in your hands." 
 
 " You little cuss ! " said the Judge, with an oath of 
 contempt, as he put his hands on his hips and looked 
 down at his only son. "You don't seem to care for 
 all this wealth. You are not worth my fighting for 
 you ; and I would not strike another blow, except 
 I am myself to live for five and thirty years yet. / 
 propose to be Governor Randall over again, if the 
 dying old man but knew it. I like power. This 
 vast wealth is perfectly organized. The old man's 
 brain has done well. Almost any man could sit 
 in the office and run things now. Even a Horicon 
 could. You are of small account, my lad, in my 
 problem. But I am going to buy the presidency of 
 the United States with all this." 
 
 Marcellus Hartley had thought he knew this
 
 254 NONE SUCH? 
 
 strange man. But many times each year of his 
 maturing life he had seen suddenly yawning before 
 him great openings of a deeper purpose of selfishness 
 than he had ever dreamed of his father before. 
 
 "You, President of the United States, father?" 
 The boy stood gazing at the man ; and as he stood 
 there, while his father simply nodded : " Yes ; 
 that's the plan, bub," the youth began to under- 
 stand many things that he had seen for several 
 years. This hoarding of money, this reaching and 
 overreaching, this purchase far and wide of patrons 
 that the corporation could hardly be imagined to 
 have the remotest use for. So this was the use to 
 which he would put these millions. And the son 
 seemed to see himself fading into thin air, of the 
 smallest possible account in the plans of a masterly 
 conspirator. 
 
 The electric was now at hand, and the two men 
 entered the car. Judge Hartley did not speak his 
 whole thought. In fact, he may never have fully 
 resolved upon one element of his selfish course till 
 that moment. 
 
 " I'll marry Hennie Sampson, the superb, myself ! " 
 It came upon him like a flash now, however. The 
 farther he rode the more the flash settled into a 
 strong and garish light of conviction deep resolved. 
 " Yes, I'll marry the girl myself." The more he 
 thought upon the plan, as days went by, the more he
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 255 
 
 felt his old heart warm with a wish to possess the 
 brilliant young philosopher, whose views were not 
 his own, to be sure, since he acknowledged no 
 religion, while she acknowledged all religions. 
 Still, it did not matter in the final resolution. All 
 is as vague as nothing in matters of faith, the lawyer 
 reasoned. 
 
 There is little to be written of the days that im- 
 mediately followed. A sick chamber has but scant 
 history for the outside world, whether at Glen 
 Theron or the Marine Hospital. The Judge was 
 right about one thing the great Randall businesses 
 went on almost of themselves. It had been in the 
 Governor's mind, in fact, that system and order were 
 well-nigh regnant now in his vast properties, so that 
 the leisure to enjoy, and "not work like a mean 
 slave looking after things," would be a possibility to 
 a man of Charles Horicon's fine executive abilities. 
 
 The readers of this history must wait about these 
 invalid chambers as patiently as they can. Particu- 
 larly is patience needed waiting around the great 
 mansion whose doors John Clarkson guards like a 
 watch-dog lying on a door-mat. The reporters wait. 
 The Stock Exchange waits. The Trustees of Alex- 
 ander College and various other servitors of the 
 unborn millions wait. The senators and aldermen 
 wait. The board of directors wait and do Judge 
 Hartley's bidding, some snarling out, most fawning.
 
 256 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Judge Hartley, as Vice-President of several of 
 the Roads, and conversant with all interests, went 
 everywhere that the invalid master would have gone, 
 appeared everywhere that he would have appeared, 
 and was honored, very rapidly too, with almost every 
 honor that was customarily bestowed on the rightful 
 owner of all. State Street bowed low to him ; and 
 he thought the mighty Yankee street grew daily 
 more deferential, as he tarried in Boston a whole 
 agreeable week. He ran over to New York in Gov- 
 ernor Randall's own private car, by the wa}*, and 
 Wall Street knew him. Some great men rode back 
 with him, feeling of him, much as an auctioneer 
 thrusts his thumb into fine upholstery in a ruined 
 rich man's parlor, to see about how much can be got 
 for these things under to-morrow's hammer. Three 
 or four of the great men went on to Boston with 
 the Vice-President, concluding it was worth while, 
 though other some got off at New Haven, twirling 
 their thumbs and concluding to " wait and see how 
 the cat would jump." In Boston Vice-President 
 Hartley gave a dinner, " very modest and quiet affair, 
 considering how ill our poor Randall really con- 
 tinues." The Algonquins also thumbed the Judge. 
 The Somerset, being largely at various country clubs 
 now, did not thumb him yet. Perhaps they never 
 would, as they had not Governor Randall, though of 
 the seventh generation born, not in Suffolk County,
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 257 
 
 but in rude Aroostook. So the days ran by, some 
 saying, " Simon says, Thumbs up," and other some, 
 " Thumbs down." 
 
 Nearly two weeks had passed, and more than once 
 the variously busy Vice-President had met Miss 
 Hennie Sampson. Director Sampson had given the 
 order : " Thumbs up," which helped matters. Mar- 
 cellus, patient soul, was working miles away with 
 clerical fidelity, not to say drudgery. 
 
 It was one of those wonderful late August even- 
 ings in the old town, when across the Charles River 
 and away over the purpling crest of Corey Hill the 
 scarlet glow of sunset deepened slowly to that hue 
 which is wordless in its splendor. The golden 
 waters, which sent back their color in the faces at 
 the window face of Hennie Sampson, the superb, 
 and Judge Hartley, the massive -- lent the glow of 
 youth to him, and the radiance of girlish freshness to 
 her. The house seemed somewhat solitary this mid- 
 summer evening. The stately Beacon Street at the 
 front was solitary, except here and there where a 
 Socratic dwelling opened wide its doors to the glori- 
 ous east wind, which, being thus invited in, swept 
 through and cooled any weary, wealthy loiterer in 
 town, as it found him by the back windows dreaming 
 on the sky and river. 
 
 " The new bridge is a feature," remarked Miss 
 Sampson, " of which I never tire. It is a bracelet of
 
 258 NONE SUCH? 
 
 brilliants around the river's arm, when at night the 
 lights are on." 
 
 " It reminds me," replied the man, " of some lus- 
 trous pathway through the dull, dark world a 
 high-road of preferment, of sincere ambitions such 
 as I have always believed would fit you, Miss 
 Hennie." 
 
 "You think me ambitious, then," she responded, 
 moving her fan more languidly, and thinking with a 
 strong mental pleasure how fortunate it was to have 
 found at last a man who sympathized with her 
 moods. 
 
 " I know it, Miss Sampson," said he. " You were 
 born for grand station and lofty social power. You 
 should reign in this house as in a De StaeTs salon." 
 
 " No," said she quickly. " This is papa's latest 
 toy, this house. Besides, it is too new." 
 
 How happy the hint ! Was it a hint ? He snatched 
 at it in a moment. " I know. You are thinking of 
 that other very old house on the hill. Suppose we 
 take that from the cobwebs and the spiders." 
 
 "Sir!" 
 
 " Miss Hennie," the rugged lovemaker bent for- 
 ward, and went straight on now. There was nothing 
 warm about his avowal, except perhaps the deep red 
 flashes that the dying day entangled in the three dia- 
 monds en his shirt front. " Governor Randall will 
 never occupy his Beacon Street residence again. I
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 259 
 
 will take it. Perhaps I can take purchase, I mean 
 Glen Theron too. Will you come with me and 
 open the house that has stood for a hundred and fifty 
 years under the shadow of the State House, looking 
 down on the elms of the Common ? " 
 
 The girl held the fan motionless, picking at the 
 edges. This philosopher in exquisite dress, at whose 
 youthful feet almost literally one of the foremost 
 attorneys of the land was suing, and a very rich man, 
 too, all business Boston had been lately saying, 
 paused, weighing the matter. Was not this ready- 
 made great man far better than one to order ? Would 
 she do any better among the young savants of the 
 Social Science Convention at Saratoga, whither she 
 was going next week ? Probably not. But could 
 she drive ? She will try now first and make sure. 
 
 " I could not marry a man who never attends 
 church." 
 
 " I can attend such churches as you affect, dear 
 girl," he answered. 
 
 "I am now a confirmed theosophist," she added, 
 flashing her bright eyes at him. 
 
 " A man cannot be elected to great place in the 
 Republic at large," he promptly continued, while he 
 watched the effect of his hint, and saw the answer- 
 ing gleam of quick comprehension in those intelli- 
 gent eyes, " unless he professes some religious faith. 
 Ingersoll's fate proves that. I have made a mistake.
 
 260 NONE SUCH? 
 
 I am ready to be guided. I think I could learn at 
 Concord." 
 
 And still, for all this, she held him off. She knew 
 her beauty was inflaming the burnt-out embers of his 
 old masculine mind. She thought also that she knew 
 that he admired her mind. But a proud creature 
 like this could wed herself to no scandals, to no 
 doubtful fortunes. Then, too, oh, it was a woman's 
 revenge, and natural enough without attributing it to 
 viciousness, Mr. Horicon. 
 
 " Are you sure you are to succeed to our great 
 man's powers? There has been a rumor that Mr. 
 Horicon was to be his heir." 
 
 " He has destroyed that will." 
 
 " He may make another like it." 
 
 " Which will not matter ; though if you are dis- 
 posed, I think with your father's influence we can 
 separate those two men forever." 
 
 " How ? " Her beautiful eyes are cold enough 
 now. 
 
 " Secure his appointment as second or third vice- 
 president of the rival railway system, where your 
 father has considerable power, and is rapidly climbing 
 into supreme control." 
 
 The woman took a moment to think out the plot. 
 
 " You are right," she responded. " Papa says he 
 has all he can do now to keep friends with the Gov- 
 ernor. Mr. Randall thinks he made papa. Just
 
 THERE WILL YET HE THOUSANDS. 261 
 
 think of the absurdity of it ! And he is angry that 
 papa invested in the competing system. You are 
 right. But I am not disposed to make Mr. Horicon's 
 fortunes." 
 
 "See now," he argued eagerly, and a queer love- 
 making it was between these two brains, " no one can 
 prevent Horicon's fortunes turning out passably well. 
 But a position with your father is worth, say, ten 
 thousand dollars per year. Result, unappeasable 
 anger of Randall, and the loss of thirty-five millions. 
 Later on " and the attorney straightened up, 
 shrugged his square shoulders, which appeared more 
 rectangular than ever in his dress suit, spread out his 
 hands, adding, " a few bankers on your father's 
 board can object to young Horicon's methods in the 
 corporation, and request his resignation. That ships 
 him West, say, or to the dev Pardon me." The 
 slip caused him to rub his chin. 
 
 Would altruism yield itself to this? Certainly. 
 Altruism knows not mercy nor forgiveness. Altruism 
 is self, projected everywhere. Can one be merciful 
 to self, or forgive self? No. One condemns or jus- 
 tifies self. To love one's neighbor as one's self may 
 not be a very high standard. There is another creed 
 whose dogma reads : " Greater love hath no man than 
 this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." 
 Miss Sampson's altruistic philosophy acknowledged 
 no cross, however.
 
 262 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " I will marry you," she said, and rose up to her 
 full superb height to yield him her soft and shapely 
 hand. The shadows were now deep in the great 
 parlors behind them. The mirrors scarcely reflected 
 more than their two stately shapes revealed against 
 a shadowed river, empurpled hills, and tarnished yel- 
 low sky. There may have been a portent in these 
 shadows. 
 
 " Let us walk down the street," Judge Hartley 
 suggested, " and climb the hill past the other house." 
 As they walked she asked of her own motion, 
 
 " Where is Captain Horicon ? Are they married 
 and I not know of it? Was he badly injured by that 
 down-trodden and enraged victim of ages of social 
 and religious misrule ? " 
 
 Where was Captain Horicon, to be sure? Stand- 
 ing on the parade at the Navy Yard with Doro- 
 thea Mayfield, watching this same sunset. They 
 were strolling, a little apart from the gay company 
 which usually gathered at dress parade, and to listen 
 to the marine band. 
 
 " I do not wonder, Charley," Dorothea was saying, 
 " that poets speak of the sea of life. How change- 
 able life is ! That terrible month of darkness and 
 storm which we have passed through ! Now we are 
 perfectly happy, are we not, dearie? like the sea as 
 it stretches yonder, all light." 
 
 " You forgave me, precious girl, even the very ap-
 
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 peararice of evil. You were like the faithful light 
 that brightens on the sails out there. You notice, 
 Dorothea, how dark the sea is growing towards the 
 eastern horizon, yet that fellow's sails out there are 
 white as silver. A ship always seems to me to be 
 feeling its way, poking about, as I was for a moment 
 doing. But the light is ever in the sail. You are 
 my light. Really, however, I never had a heart- 
 throb of interest in Miss Sampson." 
 
 "No?" 
 
 " You doubt me ? " 
 
 " You once doubted me, Charley, when a very rich 
 man did me a certain honor." 
 
 " Never ! " 
 
 "Never, then say I." 
 
 " God bless you," exclaimed he warmly. " I like 
 to believe he sent us into the world for each other. 
 Since I have been helpless here, a thing I never knew 
 before, when you led me about for exercise day by 
 day, and I felt ray limbs so strong, but my eyes so 
 blind Dorothea, if I only had words to express it, 
 what thrill of love went through my hand holding 
 yours that I could have crushed, poor little soft 
 thing." He caught the hand from his arm and kissed 
 it passionately. 
 
 They had wandered out on the walk that stretched 
 along above the old-fashioned bomb-proofs. They 
 were not beyond hearing of the music that came up
 
 264 NONE SUCH? 
 
 to them from the parade. He perched her on a gun- 
 carriage, and there they continued their love-making. 
 
 " It seems hard to think of strife and hate in all 
 this beautiful world," she murmured. 
 
 "At least," he replied, as he looked up into her 
 face with sincere homage, this giant curled up there 
 on the grass at the feet of a goddess, " there is noth- 
 ing in our hearts but good-will for the whole big 
 world. No man could belong to you and hate his 
 fellow." 
 
 Nor did she put his adoration aside. She fed it by 
 returning it. Perhaps such moments are the finest 
 gifts of the Creator to his creatures on the earth. 
 The cynic has sneered at this happiness, the wicked 
 have denied it. The pessimist has magnified pain, 
 and painted thistles and weeds large in his picture. 
 The broken-hearted has forgotten such happiness, if 
 he ever had it, through the benumbings of his grief. 
 They who travesty the religion of Him who adorned 
 and beautified the Gallilean wedding with the first 
 miracle that he wrought at Cana, who persist in 
 misrepresenting our fair world as perpetually a vale 
 of tears, a world whose chief service is to disappear, 
 whose best use is to be compared with heaven and so 
 be despised, they minify the joy of glad young 
 hearts, and do blaspheme their Maker. 
 
 But yet it is true that God was infinite in goodness 
 when he mated the strong, upright man and the
 
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 gracious, devoted woman. To have thought it out, 
 invented it, of course, as the Creator of all that is 
 good must have done, reveals his beneficence over 
 against the whole list of pangs and sorrows whose 
 origin no man knows except they be the penalty of 
 sin. It is Life over against Death, and 
 
 " Life is ever Lord of Death, 
 And Love can never lose its own." 
 
 As they sat there, these two, gazing into each other's 
 eyes, they knew the truth in their turn, that they were 
 happier then than ever they need be sad in days to 
 come, if each were ever true as God ordained ; knew 
 in spite of all the debates of philosophies and creeds 
 overstrained. The touch of her hand, as he held it, 
 was a delight outweighing the agony of wounds that 
 men dread most. The touch of her lips was sweeter 
 than any parching thirst upon a long-neglected battle- 
 field could be bitter. Good is more than evil. The 
 latter has limits. The former has none, thank God ! 
 
 Nor is there in those offices that evil makes a pos- 
 sibility, such as mercy and self-sacrifice, a joy that 
 can compare with the unvexed love of the true man 
 and his rightful mate. If all youth knew and prized 
 aright this greatest earthly good, what woes are that 
 might be no more ! 
 
 When at length these two arose and walked away, 
 the music lying about them in the sunset air like a
 
 266 NONE SUCH? 
 
 benediction, the breath of the sea giving them life, 
 the westering sun saluting them, the earth should 
 have acknowledged them, if it had had speech. 
 "For such as you was Eden; and there is nothing 
 since that distant time but is yours, so long as you 
 keep each other." 
 
 As Charley and Dorothea approached the benches 
 where a very fortification of parasols hid the specta- 
 tors in front of the battalion, wholly unexpected they 
 noticed Marcellus Hartley coming straight for them. 
 There could be no mistaking his movements, he was 
 in search of them. 
 
 " Why, certainly. Let's go meet him," remarked 
 Charley cordially. " We not only want to see him, 
 but he will have news from Glen Theron." 
 
 A moment more and the three were shaking hands; 
 and, since they really had much of mutual interest 
 that engaged them, Horicon walked on one side of the 
 young woman and Marcellus Hartley on the other. 
 The lovers had learned of late in many ways to trust 
 and esteem a man who brought them daily word with 
 tenderest interest as to how fared the solitary Gov- 
 ernor in yonder great mansion. Nor were the lovers 
 now at that stage when three is no company at all. 
 They were far beyond that. Their possession of 
 each other was absolute, the very wedding-day being 
 not far off now. 
 
 " Wait a moment," said Captain Horicon, bringing
 
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 all hands to a sudden halt. " The gun is about due. 
 There she booms. Now watch the flag fall." 
 
 They stood in silence as the stars and stripes flut- 
 tered lower and lower till caught in the reverent 
 hands of the marine at the foot of the staff. 
 
 " Do you know, Marcellus, what I've been trying 
 to persuade this girl ? " 
 
 " Now, Charley, please do not," she protested. 
 
 " Oh, yes, I will now," he persisted. " I think 
 that she and her mother ought to go up to Glen 
 
 
 
 Theron and lend a friendly woman's grace and kind- 
 ness to the dying old man. He has not a soul about 
 him, except John Clarkson, but the hired atten- 
 dants." 
 
 " If you only felt that you could do it, Miss May- 
 field ! " exclaimed Marcellus. " But let me assure 
 you that in my judgment Hezekiah Randall will not 
 die this hitch." 
 
 " That surprises me," said Hoi-icon, his features 
 lighting up with genuine pleasure. 
 
 " But that makes me more reluctant to go there," 
 interrupted Dorothea. " We have no wish to placate 
 the Governor Randall we have known of late. If he 
 is to resume his place of power among men, as I too 
 believe he will, I can't tell why, but I feel sure he is 
 to recover, he will not want to feel in debt to us, 
 and surely we shall not wish to seem to curry any 
 favor with him."
 
 268 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " I do not mean to deny that he is a very sick man 
 yet," protested Marcellus. " But so far as you are 
 concerned, do you know no, of course, you do not 
 - that lie inquires about you both every day now ? " 
 Marcellus watched the faces of his hearers as he 
 spoke, but neither Horicon nor Miss May field seemed 
 disposed to continue the conversation. Horicon went 
 on at once to point out the changes he proposed to 
 make in the grounds about him. 
 
 " But as to going up to be of service to a dear old 
 friend," at length Marcellus persisted, " would you 
 go if he sent for you ? " 
 
 Either might reply, so it seemed. The young man 
 took up the burden of answering, saying, " Why, cer- 
 tainly, I think we would. There is no reason why 
 we should not. Dorothea, you are absolutely sure 
 you understood him aright? Governor Randall said 
 he had already destroyed that curious will ? " He 
 wanted a witness that he was not going on a pro- 
 fessedly kind errand, while secretly hoping to bolster 
 his own fortunes. Then, too, it might be well to 
 appeal to the private secretary himself, as to a matter 
 of fact, though except for this chance conversation 
 the question would evidently never have been asked. 
 
 " Mr. Horicon, I beg pardon, Captain Horicon," 
 said Marcellus very gravely, "you may rest assured 
 you are not Governor Randall's heir by any will. I 
 would to God you were, though ! Nor is Miss May-
 
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 field. I repeat it, I wish before Heaven you both 
 were." 
 
 " Why, then, Dorothea, let's go to him, if he sends 
 for us. Let's give our word. It will comfort a poor 
 old man Avhose days are few at best. No one can 
 now accuse us of plotting to prevent any change of 
 will." 
 
 And so it was agreed. Marcellus Hartley said 
 a strangely abrupt " good-night," and was off with 
 their spoken assent unchanged. As he walked along 
 under the port and out into the street the little sec- 
 retary seemed almost gleeful. He whipped at the 
 fences as he passed with his Avalking-stick, and 
 talked to things that he struck. 
 
 " I say, old man," it was, in fact, a hitching-post 
 that he addressed, " Horicon did not ask me why I 
 thought Hezekiah Randall would not die this hitch. 
 It's because he's got a duty yet to perform, and he'll 
 get up to do it ! '' 
 
 Then a moment later, addressing an Indian figure 
 in front of a cigar-shop where he awaited the elec- 
 tric, " It was lucky, my boy, that I was not asked if 
 I knew of any new will. If I had told him that Ki 
 Randall had asked for my father, and had insisted on 
 my attempting to sketch out a will, and that the old 
 man's eyes flashed, and he said that he could do it 
 himself, making it short and sweet too, by next week, 
 that would have been the whole truth. Isn't thit so,
 
 270 NONE SUCH? 
 
 bub, hey ? They shall have it ! They shall have 
 the fortune, whether they want it or not, bub!" 
 With that he struck the pipe from the Indian's 
 mouth. 
 
 " Look mit mine Indian ! Art mad ? " The cigar- 
 seller was on him before he knew it, which brought 
 him to himself and his pocket-book for damages. 
 
 A brisk walk soon carried the secretary to the 
 library at Glen Theron, and his toil into the small 
 hours of the night. 
 
 It was all at the precise moment of time that his 
 father, having taken Miss Sampson back from Beacon 
 Hill in Boston, was continuing his love-making by 
 arranging with that young woman for Horicon's 
 sinister promotion.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 271 
 
 CHAPTER XI. 
 
 " You ain't goin' t' die this time," said John Clark- 
 son, as he stood with his legs braced apart, and hands 
 plunged deep in his pockets before Governor Ran- 
 dall's easy-chair. 
 
 " No ; I expect to live till I get strong enough to 
 do one thing," answered the Governor feebly, as his 
 eyes wistfully watched the morning that lay shrouded 
 in the August haze before his open window. 
 
 " Right ! Man is immortal till his work is done. 
 That's my creed, Ki. You're better. You took holt 
 o' that green corn o' mine well for breakfast. There's 
 more of it, dear friend. But d'ye know what Mar- 
 cellus and I have been thinking ? We ain't no doc- 
 tors to speak of, but we think you ought to see folks. 
 That would brace you up. Lots o' folks, poor folks, 
 too, many on 'em, call here to ask about you." 
 
 " Do they, indeed ? " Instantly the sick man's face 
 brightened with a tender light that was pathetic and 
 went to Clarkson's heart. For John had exagger- 
 ated. In fact, few, indeed ! very few, had called in 
 all these long days, except on business bent. 
 
 John walked over to where Marcellus was writing- 
 at the further end of the room, relating his wrong 
 story, and speaking even tearfully, of how the simple, 
 misstatement had evidently moved the Governor.
 
 272 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " His look went to my heart, boy, like an arrow of 
 conviction, as our rector says." 
 
 " But there have been kindly inquiries," asserted 
 Marcellus. " All the people on the place feel heart- 
 broken. Several from his old circle of friends, the 
 workingmen whom lie met again down at Harmony 
 Hall. And did you tell him that Miss May field had 
 been virtually in charge down-stairs every day now 
 for a week ? " 
 
 Clarkson strode back directly and out with it. 
 
 " I say, Governor Randall, you've got to see folks. 
 You ain't goin' t' die here like a rat in a hole. D'ye 
 know that Miss Mayfield is down-stairs straightenin' 
 out your house ? " 
 
 " God bless her ! " The sick man sprang straight 
 up. His lips trembled a moment with words half- 
 formed ; his handsome eyes were glad. But then 
 sinking back into his chair he sighed, " Not yet. 
 Not till to-morrow, or after I've done it. I don't 
 want to see Charley nor Dorothea until after I've 
 done it. O God ! give me strength to do it with my 
 own hand ! " He held up his long, thin hand in the 
 hazy sunlight, and shook his head as he marked its 
 trembling. 
 
 " You used at first to want us to send for Hori- 
 con," resumed Clarkson. "He's been ready for a 
 week to come any time." 
 
 " Yes," responded the rich man," but a good Provi-
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 273 
 
 dence kept him away. The world would have said 
 he influenced me ; and the courts would have said it. 
 No, let me do that first." He bit his thin lips and 
 again held up his shaking fingers tentatively, carry- 
 ing a teaspoon as he would a pen. And so the mat- 
 ter of visitors was dropped for that day. 
 
 Marcellus Hartley was now thoroughly in earnest 
 to both serve his own sense of right in securing 
 Horicon and Dorothea the estate, and also to pre- 
 vent the consummation of an intent in which he 
 feared his father's criminal share. No doubt, also, 
 there was a bit of revenge to be wrecked on Miss 
 Sampson ; for though he did not dream of his father's 
 latest step with the young lady, he felt as keenly 
 as such a nature could her coquetry with himself. 
 When he could find time in the next few days he 
 had frequent conferences with Miss Dorothea. It 
 was necessary to use the utmost caution, he found, 
 lest she should suspect him of trying to entrap the 
 Governor in her own or Horicon's interest. Her 
 high-spirited independence greatly enhanced his esti- 
 mate of her. As they were one day strolling about 
 the grounds Dorothea suddenly and very innocently 
 remarked, 
 
 " Have you heard of the offer Charley has had to 
 take a fine position on the other Road ? " 
 
 This was startling news. It showed him that his 
 father had not been idle. Then he had himself no
 
 274 NONE SUCH? 
 
 time to lose. It did not suit his purpose to reveal 
 himself to Dorothea ; and he answered evasively, " I 
 presume he has no thought of accepting it." 
 
 " On the contrary," said Dorothea, with a look 
 of surprise, " I am sure he will take it. It comes 
 unsought. Mayor Body and several of the rich men 
 in town have interested themselves in procuring 
 Charley's advance. They say they like him as a 
 citizen ; and Lieutenant Sebastian has been sound- 
 ing the praises of Charley's tunnel. Even Dr. 
 Oxford met Charley on the street yesterday, and in 
 that queer, patronizing way that some clergymen 
 have, stopped him, exclaiming, 'What's this I hear 
 about the rapid and brilliant rise of another minis- 
 ter's boy ? I congratulate you. Give my old friend, 
 your father, my love." 
 
 Marcellus smiled and remarked : " Dr. Oxford is a 
 politician. A twenty-five years' pastorate among the 
 Broad Street aristocrats shows that. He has several 
 of the directors of Sampson's road in his church." 
 But while he rattled on these careless truths, he saw 
 deeper into the game than he cared to express. He 
 grew silent trying to form some plan. He gazed up 
 at the bay-windows amid the foliage where he knew 
 the impatient invalid was sitting, and the thought 
 escaped his lips : " Oh, that Governor Randall could 
 get well and come out here amid these health-giving 
 splendors ! "
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 275 
 
 But that did not turn Dorothea aside. She pur- 
 sued the point quite in earnest now. " Mr. Hart- 
 ley, why do you say 'Of course Charley will not 
 accept ? ' " 
 
 " Why does he not stay in government employ ? " 
 
 " Because ten thousand dollars a year is better. 
 Isn't that what you men call business?" 
 
 "Yes, Miss Mayfield, it is, but" He longed to 
 speak out, to tell her that these lawns, parks of old 
 trees, parterres of flowers, roofs of glass that stretched 
 away just south of where they stood, roofs beneath 
 whose graceful domes the rarest flora were growing, 
 all this elegance and opulence lying about yonder 
 mansion with the mansion itself hung upon the point 
 of a sick man's pen ; to assure her that he knew the 
 purpose of that invalid, so soon as he could hold the 
 pen, to write the brief and irrefragable lines that 
 would bestow all this on her and her lover. He did 
 venture this much : 
 
 " Because mainly it would totally estrange Mr. 
 Horicon from Governor Randall." He searched her 
 features sharply as he finished the sentence. She 
 looked at him in not quite indifferent surprise, for 
 she answered, 
 
 " We shall always wish to be on friendly terms 
 with Governor Randall ; but really, you know, every 
 one must live his own life. We must ours." There 
 was something so charming in the way this innocent
 
 276 NONE SUCH? 
 
 young heart identified herself with her absent lover 
 in the use of the plural pronoun, that for a moment 
 Marcellus had to remind himself that the wedding- 
 day was not actually passed, but only very near, as 
 they had told him. 
 
 " Still, for all your really admirable independence 
 in the new copartnership of Horicon & May field, you 
 do not, I fear, realize what a loss it would be, speak- 
 ing from a business man's standpoint now, if you 
 please, to have Governor Randall's bitter and relent- 
 less hostility." 
 
 " Bitter, relentless hostility ? " Her brown eyes 
 tried their best to help her express her astonishment. 
 
 " I fear you do not know much about business 
 men, after all, Miss Mayfield," he resumed gravely. 
 " I think there is nothing on earth that could so rouse 
 all the vigor there is in Governor Randall's nature as 
 competition. He loves a fight. He fights fair when 
 he can, but he fights to conquer. He has the name of 
 unscrupulous, bitter, relentless pursuit of his business 
 rivals. I think I do know that he carries his com- 
 mercial pugilism to the point of personal animos- 
 ity. Do you notice how few of the great millionaires 
 have been here personally to even inquire after 
 him? I have seen only two, in fact. These men 
 learn to look on each other as the impersonation of 
 the millions they own. They fight as animals fight. 
 When one of their number drops, they are secretly
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 277 
 
 and savagely glad. Oh, I know. They have each 
 and all wounded each other brutally in the process of 
 years. They have grappled like mad dogs. When 
 they combine, they do it without friendship, but to 
 prevent one bull-dog from chewing the life out of 
 some under dog, who owes a bark to the rest. Dol- 
 lars never love. These men are incarnate wealth." 
 
 " Dear, dear, what a sad sermon you preach, Mr. 
 Hartley ! " protested Dorothea. " But what has all 
 this to do with Mr. Horicon ? " 
 
 " Just this, Miss Mayfield. Perhaps }*ou do not 
 care. But I know that Hezekiah Randall is so un- 
 reasonable that he would be furious if he should 
 learn, even on his death-bed, that a brilliant young 
 man was to put shoulder to the rival railway system. 
 Anything but that. Why, my dear friend, for a long 
 devoted life, this colossal system has been to Governor 
 Randall more than child, country, or God." 
 
 She pulled at a shrub abstractedly for a moment. 
 No shadow had fallen over her, however. At length 
 she remarked kindly, " Poor, dear gentleman ! noth- 
 ing earthly will occupy him long." 
 
 " I am not sure of that. Nor are the millionaires 
 who know him best. They believe he will live. 
 They know how he hates to be pitied, how he resents 
 any reference to his ' Hi, there, how it grips ! ' They 
 seem to me to be men with a seer's foresight. They, 
 the dozen or two very rich men of this country,
 
 278 NONE SUCH? 
 
 would have been here like great stately condors, had 
 this been a funeral instead of a sick-chamber. Oh, I 
 have hundreds of times been struck dumb by the 
 prophecies of our millionaire crowd. I am sure the 
 Governor will not die yet." 
 
 "You are in a strange mood to-night, Mr. Secre- 
 tary," she answered, shrugging her shapely shoulders. 
 " I see the footman down by the graperies evidently 
 searching for me. The head groom persuaded 
 mamma to take out a pair of his carriage horses. Of 
 course, I must go." 
 
 " Certainly. You always used to have the stables 
 at command. I can guess you'll drive over to the 
 Navy Yard." 
 
 She blushed rosily and answered promptly : " And 
 if I do ? " 
 
 " Ask the Captain to come back with you and help 
 me out an hour or two in the billiard-room. I'm as 
 nervous as a hen." 
 
 " I will. Is there anything else ? You know we 
 are here to serve the sick man, all of us. " 
 
 "Yes, if you can wait," he answered. 
 
 " Walk down to mamma with me and tell me what 
 else you have in mind." 
 
 As they dropped down the path towards the vic- 
 toria, the young secretary opened his other budget 
 rather hurriedly but frankly : " John Clarkson and I 
 think something should be done to break through the
 
 THERE WILL TET BE THOUSANDS. 279 
 
 melancholy that retards the Governor's recovery. 
 For some reason he has not asked for either you or 
 Charley lately. But now, if the head groom and 
 that man from the farm who seems to be so dis- 
 tressed, and any one, plain, poor people, to whom the 
 Governor has ever done a service, and who really 
 loves the old man, could come in and say one of their 
 ' God bless yous ! ' 
 
 The young girl's face brightened in an instant. 
 Her woman's instinct took in the good of the pro- 
 posed remedy at once. She cried out : " Yes, mamma 
 and I can drive to Jamie Lamoile's. You remember 
 what the Governor did for him. Come ! " She 
 grasped him by the hand for a further tripping flight 
 down the rugged stone steps of the path, and light- 
 hearted as she was before, grew brighter still in the 
 pursuit of this errand. A moment more and it was 
 all talked over with Mrs. Mayfield, agreed upon as a 
 medicine to be administered on the very next day, and 
 the vehicle had rolled away. 
 
 Two hours later, when the invalid's chamber had 
 grown quiet for the night, John Clarkson came over 
 to the billiard-room, a pretty little structure in the 
 garden, and conferred with the young men. 
 
 " Boys, stop punchin' them balls and go t ? hoein' 
 taters ! " roared Clarkson. " No, not t'night, though. 
 Come an' set down in th' winder an' talk. Put on 
 yer coats. Th' breeze is too much for shirt-sleeves."
 
 280 NONE SUCH? 
 
 But the young men laughingly reassured him, though 
 they obeyed so far as coining to the cushioned win- 
 dow, cues in hand, and game left behind. 
 
 "The Mayfields have got that little Mis' Holt 
 down to the house now," said Horicon, " and Lamoile 
 will come. There's that young freight-agent, too, if 
 we could get at him." 
 
 Clarkson put on his spectacles to read the speaker's 
 features carefully, but there was not a sign of the 
 young man's being personally offended that he and 
 Dorothea were not again asked for at the sick cham- 
 ber. A frank, kindly interest for a suffering old man, 
 that was all that was written there. 
 
 " You're a brick, Horicon, reg'lar Christian brick ! 
 Gosh ! I know it'll do him good. Only, ain't ye a 
 little fast about right off t'-morrer, Marcellus ? " 
 
 " See here," said that young man. " Excuse me, 
 Captain Horicon, a moment," and he led John aside. 
 " This thing must be done at once, Clarkson. If 
 Governor Randall don't get well and strong enough 
 to write that will to-morrow, he'll never write it." 
 
 "And if he don't write it he'll never get well, 
 sure ! " groaned John. " What do you mean ? " 
 Whereupon Marcellus related to him what he had 
 just discovered of his father's success in getting 
 Captain Horicon into the rival corporation. The 
 information went home. 
 
 " My mind's clear as a pool in a trout-brook ! "
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 281 
 
 cried Clarkson, breaking away. Judge Hartley little 
 realized how his stratagem had worked against him- 
 self. Clarkson came near blurting right out to Hori- 
 con, " You ain't calculatin' on the Governor, then, 
 but you'll get his money all the more." Still he 
 refrained, though he did say, 
 
 " Boys, it's all right for t'-morrer rnornin'. The 
 fact is, I ain't no doctor. But I know arter a man's 
 seventy years old, 'tain't no drugs that'll ketch holt 
 of his framework. If an old man's threatenin' sick, 
 it's mostly his mind t'ye want to reach. Good, big 
 doses of happiness and comfort afore and arter each 
 meal, an' jest afore goin' t' bed. And as often as he 
 wakes, a heapin' teaspoonful of pleasant memories of 
 the good he has done. That's the medicine for 
 age." 
 
 The young men laughingly acknowledged that he 
 ought to know, bade him good-night, finished their 
 game, and separated for the evening, after an hour of 
 play. 
 
 The next morning after the Governor had break- 
 fasted, and his valet Dennis had given him his final 
 adjustment in the big chair, John Clarkson proceeded 
 to carry out the novel regimen. He said, 
 
 " Mrs. Holt is down-stairs, wouldn't you like to see 
 her?" 
 
 " What is she doing over to Glen Theron ? " asked 
 the Governor, his features softening, and losing the
 
 282 NONE SUCHf 
 
 hard, calculating wrinkles that might have been the 
 result of business thoughts. 
 
 " She's settin' now by th' winder, and lookin' the 
 bright clouds of heaven in the face, and prayin' 
 for" 
 
 "All right! let her pray," broke in the sick man. 
 " By George ! I feel better. I say, Clarkson, you and 
 she ought to be brother and sister. Old age don't 
 make all people ugly, does it ? Say, old man, you 
 and she, for instance." 
 
 The door now opened, and Mrs. Holt, trembling 
 little thing, with radiant features, came slowly for- 
 ward, saying sweetly, 
 
 " Age has made you lovely to us all, dear friend." 
 
 " You overheard me, did you ? " replied the Gov- 
 ernor, rising to give his hand. "Ah, Nellie, glad to 
 see you. Yes, you're looking well, a great deal better 
 than when I saw you last. You've stopped worrying, 
 I guess, Nellie, since you got the pension. Be sure 
 to stay, won't ye ? Make us a visit of a few days. I 
 expect to get out again, and if I do, I am going to 
 take more time to myself. I want to show you 
 around my place." 
 
 " Oh, sir, has the Government ever allowed my pen- 
 sion ? Now, I must repay you all, sir. I supposed 
 it was you. The Government " 
 
 " The Government be blowed ! " laughed the rich 
 man. " But you'll get your pension just the same as
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 283 
 
 long as you live. Be seated. I must." And he 
 resumed his easy-chair. 
 
 But again the door opened, and Jamie Lamoile, a 
 fine, self-respecting tradesman, appeared, followed by 
 a veritable delegation of good cheer, which he led 
 somewhat hesitatingly. 
 
 "Ah, Jamie, don't thank me. 'Twas Charley and 
 Dorothea's doings setting you on your feet ! " ex- 
 claimed the Governor, anticipating any speech-mak- 
 ing. " I remember your face. Come and shake 
 hands." 
 
 " It made a man of me, sir," answered Lamoile, 
 swinging out his hand in awkward gratitude. " Just 
 in the nick of time. Saved me and my nest full of 
 boys." 
 
 Quick as summer rain the Governor's eyes filled. 
 "By George! I feel better Clarkson," he. said. 
 "Jamie, how many boys are you raising up?" At 
 the same time, invalid that he was, he whipped out 
 his handkerchief and made a dash at his own 
 eyes. 
 
 " Five," replied the man, with voice a trifle trem- 
 bling. " I pray the Lord that they'll make as good 
 men, sir, as you are." 
 
 " Jamie, you ain't straining the Lord's resources 
 much in that prayer," said Governor Randall. 
 "Who's this?" glancing up at the other visitors 
 in the rear.
 
 284 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " This is another. Sam Ketchum, sir," said La- 
 moile, pulling the man along. " He's a carpenter, 
 sir ; I brought him along. He's another feller who 
 Mr. Horicon set up, sir, Let him have five hundred 
 dollars, sir. Didn't he, Sam? Just like a lord, to 
 buy his shop. And here's Bill Hatfield up on Main 
 Street, and Tom Franklin over on Adams Street, and 
 Abe Norton, who ain't here, but sent his love, sir, 
 the young marketman at the corner, that we know 
 about. Just set 'em right up, sir." 
 
 " Horicon ! He couldn't afford all that ; where did 
 he get the money? " demanded the Governor sharply. 
 Marcellus Hartley was quick to answer, for his ears 
 were pricked in the good part he was playing at a 
 dangerous game. 
 
 " Governor, may I explain ? You gave Mr. Hori- 
 con two thousand dollars bonus, because he finished 
 the tunnel without destroying your old trees, you 
 remember." 
 
 " Yes ; but I supposed he would pocket the most of 
 it, and distribute the rest among the gangs." 
 
 " Precious little pocketed," said Marcellus, though 
 he did not add the reason, that it was at the precise 
 time when the Governor had made his proposition to 
 Dorothea, as will be remembered. " He did scatter 
 some among the gangs. But, except .a few, most of 
 them were the kind whom more wages curse. They 
 did not suit Charley's ideas. So he sought out other
 
 THERE WILL YET B E THOUSANDS. 285 
 
 beneficiaries. He's very strict, Governor, about tem- 
 perance and the like." 
 
 " I see," said the Governor, getting to his feet 
 and actually stepping out to take the other visitors 
 warmly by the hand. By George! I feel better, 
 Doctor Marcellus. You are all very welcome. You 
 do me lots of good." 
 
 " Governor, I didn't know who t' invite," said 
 Clarkson as he bustled about. " You said we might 
 ask a few names of these kind of folks, but I never 
 heard that Charley knew all these men. But Miss 
 Mayfield must ha' kep' tally for him, blessed angel ! 
 Wish she'd come up." 
 
 " Blessed angel indeed! " was the Governor's com- 
 ment. " God bless her happy young head ! But no, 
 I don't want to see her yet. Well, boys, come again." 
 
 " Don't overdo, sick man," cautioned John Glark- 
 son, following the Governor about with the solicitude 
 of a mother for a feeble child. 
 
 " Oh, never mind about me, Mother Clarkson, you 
 precious old Betty!" the Governor went on, radiantly 
 beaming on everybody. " I'm set on my feet once 
 more." 
 
 " Gosh ! I didn't know our onguintum thankarium 
 magic ile was goin t' work like this," cried Clarkson, 
 giving poor Dennis's shoulder a resounding slap. 
 
 " No, nor I, either," said the Governor, " but that's 
 right. This setting of good fellows on their feet is
 
 286 
 
 NONE SUCH? 
 
 going to be a great hit in business. Charley Horicon 
 has not been in the business long. Hain't fairly got 
 started, but Charley'll get a-going in this setting-up 
 business after a while. New kind of monopoly, 
 hey? " They had not heard such a ringing laugh in 
 that stately chamber of care and pain for many a day. 
 
 " There's a good deal of competition in it, though, 
 Governor, mor'n you think. Come, now. Set down 
 and let John Clarkson tell you." The speaker got 
 Dennis in league with him, while they conducted the 
 invalid to his chair. 
 
 " Hey, John ? No," he questioned. 
 
 "That's how I lost my money. Old bach, that I 
 always was, 'thout any children of my own, settin' up 
 my two nephews in that store. Oh, there's lots of it 
 done. More lendin' five dollars and five hundred 
 dollars atween ordinary folks than there is five hun- 
 dred thousand dollars atwixt you millionaires. Beats 
 all the banks in volume of business, this poor folks 
 lendin' t' poor folks." 
 
 " You're right, John," sighed the Governor thought- 
 fully. "Mostly one name paper, hey? By George, 
 the silly fools ! Why do the people who have noth- 
 ing to spare throw away what they've got on each 
 other? Hi, my grip, no business to do it, ought 
 to lose it." 
 
 " Kiah, you're gittin' back to your millionaire ways 
 agin, and they'll make ye more pain. Why did I "
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 287 
 
 But John caught himself and put his hands to his 
 lips, while his rugged features were suffused with a 
 blush, as he added, " I never mentioned it, Ki, in all 
 these years/' 
 
 " John, forgive me," persisted the Governor, " now, 
 I'm going to out with it, I am. Come near me all 
 of you in the room. Hear me. I suppose the world 
 wonders why I have such a liking for John Clarkson, 
 especially such a man as your father, Marcellus, won- 
 ders. Are you taking it down, Secretary? " 
 
 " I will, sir," answered Marcellus, taking out his 
 pad. 
 
 " Put it this way, then," said the Governor with a 
 sly wink, as if propounding a very difficult problem. 
 " Why Clarkson likes Randall?" 
 
 " Coz ye're a darned good feller ! " answered Clark- 
 son with a growl that was almost a sob. " Any. fool 
 could guess that." 
 
 "Well, no," persisted the Governor. " I really wish 
 to put a bit of my history on record. 
 
 " Why Hezekiah Randall clings to John Clarkson f 
 
 " Because years ago, when I got my first four hun- 
 dred dollars together," and again he thrust away 
 John's hand from his lips, holding it while he went 
 on. " 'Twas John Clarkson, a boy from Maine, almost 
 as poor as myself, who pulled out of a savings bank 
 four hundred dollars, and lent me for my start. 
 There, it was all you had then, John, and my note
 
 288 NONE sucu? 
 
 was one name paper then, too, by George ! Now 
 the world knows who made me." 
 
 " But ye paid me all back an' int'rist when ye 
 got to be worth millions," growled the benefactor. 
 " Why'd ye tell on't? I never did." 
 
 " Never mind," answered the Governor, " it oughter 
 be told. And, if the truth was told, this one name 
 paper for a few hundred lies at the base of about 
 every millionaire's fortune in the land, except he 
 inherited from his daddy." 
 
 " Ge-whitaker ! But don't they forgit it, though, 
 later on ? " asked Clarkson with hearty truth. 
 
 " Yes, I have too often forgotten it. But Charley 
 Horicon is not to forget it. He is going into the 
 one name and no name paper business. He'll be a 
 financier, Lamoile, who'll a good deal sooner see 
 a deserving, struggling young man coming to his 
 office than a college a-waltzing in with an art museum 
 on her arm." 
 
 u But it'll take more time and patience, Governor," 
 suggested Clarkson. He stepped over and poked 
 Marcellus in the ribs, whispering, " Git him the paper 
 and ink, boy ; it's comin' now I " 
 
 "All fine work takes more time and patience," re- 
 marked Governor Randall. " That's the rub. Why, 
 I'm feeling better." He stood erect in his old way. 
 He walked over the soft carpet with, comparative 
 ease. He shook hands with each of his visitors anew
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 289 
 
 as they left the room, and his voice was strong as he 
 bade each, " Come again." 
 
 When they were alone Hezekiah Randall sat down 
 at his secretary's desk, and wrote in a clear, natural 
 hand this will : 
 
 " I, Hezekiah Randall, of the city of , County of , 
 
 and State of Maine, do make publish, and declare, this my 
 last will and testament in the manner following; that is to 
 say, 
 
 First : After the payment of my just debts and funeral ex- 
 penses, I give, devise, and bequeath to Charles Horicon the 
 sum of twenty-five millions of dollars ($25,000,000). 
 
 Second : All the rest, residue, and remainder of my estate, 
 both real and personal, I give, devise, and bequeath to 
 Dorothea Mayfield, that now is, without condition, though it 
 is my hope that she will marry the said Charles Horicon. 
 
 I hereby nominate and appoint Charles Horicon and Doro- 
 thea Mayfield and Marcellus Hartley the executors of this my 
 last will and testament, and hereby authorize and empower 
 them, the said Charles Horicon, Dorothea Mayfield, and Mar- 
 cellus Hartley, to compound, compromise, and settle any claims 
 or demands which may be against or in favor of my estate. 
 
 I do this with the expressed wish and desire that the said 
 Horicon and Mayfield shall not seek to increase the sum total 
 of this estate ; for it is my belief that it is now more than con- 
 sists with the leisure and the welfare of these two persons or 
 their offspring, should issue be given them. 
 
 I am persuaded, however, that these my heirs will make it 
 the business of their lives, consistent with their duties to their 
 own home, to foster home life among their fellowmen, by en- 
 couraging the founding, growth, and security of that noblest
 
 290 NONE SUCH? 
 
 institution on the earth, the family. To raise a family of 
 healthy and virtuous children is the noblest errand of life. I 
 expect these my heirs to mainly bestow, lend, or otherwise 
 furnish deserving young persons what small sums are needed 
 in a critical hour of the beginning of their careers, whether in 
 . business or respectable professions, the like of which John 
 Clarkson furnished me, and for the lack of which so many are 
 all their after life subject to bondage. 
 
 I wish, moreover, to add that I believe moderate wealth to 
 be one of God's greatest blessings. Its comforts, refinements, 
 elegances, and enjoyments increase human welfare, stimulate 
 industry, and present natural prizes, struggling to attain which 
 worthy youth develop God's earth and their own powers, and 
 bless all their fellowmen thereby. I expect their good sense 
 will prevent said Iloricon and Mayfield so neglecting the care 
 of this estate that they will lessen or destroy its power to 
 enable them to live a generous and happy life. May the 
 wealthy God add his favor. 
 
 IN WITNESS WHEREOF I hereto set my hand and seal, this 
 twentieth day of August, 18 
 
 HEZEKIAH RANDALL. (L. S.) " 
 
 * " Let me do that, Governor," was the Secretary's 
 quick request, taking the pen from the Governor and 
 writing in : 
 
 " Signed, sealed, and declared by the said testator to be his 
 last will and testament, in the presence of us who have signed 
 our names at his request in his presence and in the presence 
 of each other, as witnesses hereto." 
 
 " Here, Dennis Macarthy, sign," ordered the Gov- 
 ernor. " No, not you, dear old John ; you. and I are
 
 THERE WILL YET 13 E THOUSANDS. 291 
 
 going. And you, Dr. Wilson. By George, you 
 opened the door just in time." 
 
 When Dennis and Dr. Wilson had witnessed the 
 paper, the Governor settled back in his chair, his 
 hands fell nerveless down, the pen of power dropping 
 from his fingers upon the carpet. The physician, in 
 stepping to his patient's side again, trod upon it and 
 crushed it. "I beg pardon," said he, stooping to 
 pick it up. 
 
 The Governor smiled, stretched out his long legs, 
 and answered, " It don't matter. That pen has done 
 its duty. Now read the will, Marcellus. Read it 
 slowly to us all. Let's see how it would sound on 
 the stock exchange, at the directors' meeting, with 
 your father in the chair for the last time, by George ! 
 or, Doctor, over to the trustees' meeting at the 
 D.D., LL.D., A.B. factory, the old woodchopper's 
 will." 
 
 The private secretary rose up and read the will 
 slowly and distinctly to the close. The voice grew 
 pathetic in its tones as it went on. When the reader 
 had finished, a stillness, as gracious and healing as 
 the flood of summer warmth and light that filled the 
 noble room, held them in thrall. 
 
 Suddenly from the east window, whither he had 
 betaken himself, John Clarkson, bowing his massive 
 white head between his hands, uttered a great sob of 
 emotion. The Governor did not change the fixed
 
 292 NONE SUCH? 
 
 aspect with which severely, though smilingly in 
 repose, at last his face was set. He must have heard 
 that sob. He must have caught something of the 
 low breathing, half -inaudible prayer which his pious 
 old friend was uttering. But he did not move. It 
 was, so they said who saw it, a living reproduction 
 of Vincenzo Vela's marble Napoleon at St. Helena ; 
 yes, even to the broad chest uncovered widely at the 
 throat, which heaved in deep feeling. But there was 
 no clutching at the side nor above the heart now. 
 This conqueror on many battlefields seemed to be 
 looking far over the roofs of the city that lay beyond 
 his park, as the marble Napoleon seems to be view- 
 ing a continent. He saw the distant chimney stacks 
 of his industries, the towering cornice of his cathedral 
 where were the altars of St. Mammon, that stupen- 
 dous pile on Broad Street corner. He saw the stately 
 flight of the distant vestibuled Flyer, " the fastest 
 train in the world," and the pride of his last few 
 working-days, as it shot out over the great viaduct 
 for a moment and disappeared from view. What 
 else he saw who shall say ? for it was prophecy, 
 that future on which he had attempted to lay his 
 mortal hand for good. 
 
 " I fear," said Dr. Wilson, reaching down to take 
 up his pulse wrist, " that you are over-exerting your- 
 self." 
 
 "Leave me alone," commanded the lips only. " I
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 293 
 
 am living my life over again. It is to be better next 
 time, Anna, Robbie, dear little lad and brave soldier 
 boy ! At Gettysburg alone twenty-five thousand 
 sons of women died. Now, homes with children in 
 'em one hundred homes a year a thousand 
 in ten years say, even twenty thousand young 
 fellows set on their feet in fifty years. Four times 
 twenty thousand " 
 
 " My God ! he's dead ! " cried John Clarkson, as 
 he saw the shapely head drop forward, and, with a 
 bound of anguish, the next instant he actually had 
 the Governor in his arms. 
 
 They placed him on the bed at once. They stood 
 about him, the physician busy long and laboriously. 
 
 Marcellus Hartley did not wait to see his great 
 employer breathe his last, if such were to be. the 
 result ; but seizing the precious document that lay on 
 the table where the Governor left it, he rushed from 
 the room down-stairs, bounded into the library where 
 the small safe stood, and was thrusting the will into 
 place when Miss Mayfield accosted him, her voice 
 trembling with alarm. 
 
 " What is it ? " 
 
 Shaking aloft the will for a moment Marcellus 
 replied, " You've got it ! You and Charley ! You've 
 got it all, whether you want it or not." 
 
 " Tell me, is the Governor worse ? " she asked, 
 not heeding his meaning, and in fact not at all 
 understanding his exultant mood.
 
 294 NONE SUCSf 
 
 " Miss Mayfield," he added soberly, at the same 
 time locking the safe with a click, " Governor Ran- 
 dall is dying, I fear. But, oh, Miss Mayfield, if you 
 only knew, as I know, what a noble deed was his 
 last " - 
 
 The girl had not stayed to hear the sentence 
 through, but had disappeared up the great staircase 
 like some pitying angel, to whom a dying hour out- 
 weighed all other calls. This sensible woman knew 
 that that chamber was now a woman's post of 
 duty. 
 
 Marcellus had had his plan arranged still further. 
 Five minutes later Mike was speeding the gray mare 
 to town, taking the secretary to his father's private 
 office. At the door of the office a clerk met him and 
 said, 
 
 " Your father has the Mayor and some aldermen 
 with him. He will see you shortly." 
 
 " He will see me now ! " exclaimed the young man, 
 stepping forward. 
 
 But the clerk stopped him peremptorily : " You 
 must sit in the ante-room and wait." The son sank 
 down in a chair. He knew the iron rules of the 
 Cathedral of St. Mammon well. Nothing else was 
 there for it but to wait, though the door was ajar. 
 He overheard the Mayor saying, 
 
 " I ketch on, Judge. Nothing more can be done. 
 I hope Horicon accepts the position. As chief magis-
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 295 
 
 trate of a young and growing city, I have done what 
 I could to get him in. But mum's the word. I can't 
 help thinking how vast the blessing to the unborn 
 millions them Memorial Water Works will be, a-spray- 
 ing and a-tinkling, and the singing birds lodged in 
 the branches thereof." Then the man uttered a low- 
 toned yet unmistakable laugh, adding, " And such a 
 fine job!" 
 
 " Now, now," Judge Hartley interposed, " none of 
 that, Mr. Mayor. If this estate falls into my hands, I 
 tell you fellows plainly that I will deal generously 
 with this city. But jobs well, I'll take care that 
 you chaps don't get too rich out of it." 
 
 " Hartley, see here," exclaimed another voice, which 
 the listening private secretary recognized as that of 
 Alderman Coffin, "you don't suppose that we. men 
 have done our level best to get this young Horicon 
 out of Governor Randall's mind, by securing him this 
 antagonistic, fine, competing position with Sampson's 
 crowd, all for nothing, do you ? " 
 
 " I am to pay all the directors whose votes you 
 bought," Judge Hartley explained. 
 
 " Yes ; but who's to pay us ? We give a franchise 
 through Essex Street to Sampson's Road. That 
 alone would make old Randall froth at the mouth. 
 He has paid us many a dollar through your own 
 hands to keep them out of Essex Street. Now, we 
 give it on condition that the famous young engineer,
 
 296 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Horicon, is to have charge of the work, etc., etc., 
 etc." 
 
 " And you knock out Horicon from the Governor's 
 favor, and get the managing of a great estate," ex- 
 ploded Major Body with an oath. 
 
 " Hush ! " said the Judge. " Don't swear. Remem- 
 ber I've got some clergymen and a pious crowd in 
 the directors' room." 
 
 " I don't care a continental whom you've got," said 
 the Mayor. " Them chaps are after money, just as 
 much as we are. Get down to facts." 
 
 "Yes, certainly," softly acquiesced the Judge. 
 " But these pious folks ask no jobs. They are work- 
 ing in the interests of the people disinterestedly, as 
 the custodians of struggling institutions of learning, 
 art museums, Glen Theron Park, and all that. You 
 couldn't cram gold dollars into Dr. Bland's private 
 pocket." 
 
 "Don't try the cramming on me," said the Mayor, 
 evidently rising and slamming a door beyond, "unless 
 you want to lose the dollars. Now, Hartley, we've 
 got to git right down to hard pan. Will you, or 
 won't you, put in them Memorial Water Works ? " 
 
 " I will, if I have the management of this estate," 
 said the Judge. 
 
 " Second, the job of putting them through is to be 
 left to us fellows. Promise now." 
 
 "All right. I'll see that you squander some of 
 this hard earned wealth."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 297 
 
 The conference grew savage. The politicians re- 
 sented the insult in the word squander. A war of 
 angry words ensued, lasting for some minutes. When 
 Marcellus could endure it no longer he burst into the 
 room with : 
 
 " Father, even now Governor Randall may be dead ; 
 and his last act was a will, drawn this very morning, 
 giving every thing to Mr. Horicon and Miss Mayfield ! " 
 
 Every man in the room was on his feet in a mo- 
 ment. They each wore the looks of surprised con- 
 spirators, and defeated conspirators at that. For in 
 the next breath Marcellus went on : " Nothing you 
 can now do can separate Charley Horicon from Gov- 
 ernor Randall's favor." 
 
 The silence of the grave invaded the great rooms. 
 Now that the long-expected event was supposed to 
 have taken its place in this busy world, it became 
 strangely, mournfully impressive. It was as if the 
 silence itself had opened the directors' room door 
 beyond and made its own momentous announcement 
 there also to the distinguished and reverend men in 
 waiting. The empty chair at the head of the direc- 
 tors' table fascinated the eyes of these men of poetic 
 sensibilities. Dr. Bland saw Dr. Oxford looking at 
 the empty chair. Senator Stanley walked over and 
 touched it reverently. While they gazed in that 
 brief interval it seemed as if the tall, majestic form 
 of the mighty " woodchopper " came again to occupy
 
 298 NONE SUCH? 
 
 its throne. Indeed, the whole great structure, stair- 
 ways, wings, chambers, towers, even to the vaults 
 beneath all, suddenly seemed to contain him, filled 
 to the exclusion of every other personality with the 
 dead Randall. Men opened doors to see it sweep in 
 like a vast all-pervading wind, this presence, Randall 
 the dead. It fluffed its wings in the faces of awe- 
 struck visitors at the elevator landings. It lay like a 
 pall on the street, and in an incredibly short time had 
 gone out to set the very train men to whispering, 
 " Randall is dead ! " But it was only for a few ticks 
 of the great clock. Then living men began to think, 
 and ask, What next ? 
 
 Alderman Fitzpatrick remarked honestly enough : 
 " Well, I always liked young Horicon. I'm going 
 over to congratulate him." 
 
 Alderman Coffin stroked his long, white beard, and 
 chuckled to himself : "So that cake's all' dough. 
 Well, the Lord knows I can live without Memorial 
 Water Works, or anything else out of that crib." 
 So he went out. 
 
 " I'm for my post of duty," said the Mayor. " As 
 the chief executive officer of this city," and he swelled 
 to remark it, as he gave his silk hat a brush on his 
 arm, " there is but one place for me now. I shall 
 meet you, Judge, at the late Governor Randall's resi- 
 dence, no doubt. By the way, Mr. Secretary, was 
 Captain Horicon there when you left ? "
 
 THERE WILL YET HE THOUSANDS. 299 
 
 To which question Mtircellus gave no answer, and 
 his honor proceeded to ascertain in person. 
 
 The party from the directors' room now came 
 slowly filing into the office. The Judge was not 
 unprepared for this alternative, and had by this time 
 recovered his self-poise. As the gentlemen solemnly 
 and reverently appeared before him, Judge Hartley 
 confronted them, not asking them to be seated. 
 Superciliously pursing out his square lips, he pro- 
 ceeded : 
 
 " Gentlemen, the Governor wished me to convey to 
 you his purpose. It's as I foretold. Will is signed, 
 Horicon gets about everything, he and Miss Mayfield, 
 whom he is to wed. You're all triflingly remembered, 
 as in the past, I presume, but nothing more. Yet, 
 gentlemen, our young friend, Millionaire Horicon, is 
 expected to play philanthropist towards you all, I 
 think, and the rest of mankind." 
 
 Dr. Bland strummed on his hat : " So this is the 
 end. The mountain labored " 
 
 "No, my friends," resumed the considerate attorney, 
 " as a philanthropist myself, a public-spirited citizen, 
 and a friend of letters, I am bound to say that the 
 great causes of humanity can hope, can combine, can 
 look to me. Observe." On his fingers he counted 
 off his plans. The forefinger held up. " Death re- 
 moves our great man." The next finger held up. 
 " Our young man is fair game. Some interests may 
 stand ready to contest, I may say "
 
 300 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Of course, Judge Hartley," said Dr. Bland 
 abruptly, drawing the Judge aside, " you understand 
 that a great institution like ours could not engage in 
 any disreputable and vulgar contention over property. 
 We should prefer to rely on Providence, yes, yes. 
 But if it does transpire that the old man is proved 
 insane yes, yes, you comprehend ? " 
 
 " I see, of course of course of course." 
 
 " And, Judge, as we depart," put in Dr. Oxford of 
 Broad Street Church, and most honored and useful 
 trustee of Alexander College, "we think of all the 
 LL.D.'s and Ph. D.'s and the days that we have 
 endured his I may say his bucolic manners at 
 various alumni suppers, and smoothed over his wood- 
 chopping English. Yes, sir, and all for nothing. 
 Why, Judge, I've several times heard him say dam 
 when he could not have referred either to a mill- 
 dam or the mother of a colt, sir." 
 
 " I understand," replied the Judge, smiling in spite 
 of himself. " You trust it to me and wait." 
 
 When the worthy men had disappeared from the 
 room, Judge Hartley was left alone with his son. 
 Marcellus seemed to have suddenly taken leave of 
 the awe, the dread of his sire's displeasure, to which 
 he had been in bondage all his life. Scarcely were 
 they alone when he broke the silence by saying ex- 
 citedly, 
 
 " My father, I swear to you here and now that, as
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 301 
 
 the recipient of Captain Horicon's uniform courtesy, 
 as the private secretary of Governor Randall, and in 
 his pay as you were, sir, I will show up this foul 
 plot, and Captain Horicon shall be forearmed. Gov- 
 ernor Randall was not insane. This city will get its 
 water-works if Charley Horicon lives and inherits, 
 and thousands of deserving young men and women 
 will be the happier." 
 
 " By Jupiter ! A fine plea, my hopeful ! What 
 can you do ? You, too, are something of a lawyer, 
 and know that I have him." 
 
 " I know no such thing." 
 
 " Whats a will good for made within less than six 
 sick and delirious hours of death ? " The Judge 
 rubbed his square chin calmly. 
 
 " O Heaven, let him live ! He will ! He was 
 breathing when I left the house," cried the young 
 man with all the fervor of a prayer. 
 
 " Well, let him die within a year from now. His 
 precious relatives from England " 
 
 " He has none. Yo'u know he has none ! " exclaimed 
 Marcellus, fairly stamping his feet. 
 
 " Look at that," said the attorney, turning to his 
 desk and unrolling a scroll of names with a flourish. 
 " Do you suppose I am going to be downed ? And 
 our Courts. We've got 'em ! I've got 'em ! And 
 the eleemosynary institutions mentioned in this will 
 for mere trifles probably will fight beautifully, beau- 
 tifully ! "
 
 302 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " There isn't a soul nor a tiling mentioned but those 
 two persons. Father, you have a god. Its name is a 
 dollar. Dorothea Mayfield has a God, the Just and 
 True. I'll show you what I can do before this night 
 is over." 
 
 " My son, you have forgotten who I am ! " thun- 
 dered the Judge. 
 
 The young man advanced and stood submissive. 
 " Strike me dead, but I will reveal your purpose." 
 
 " Strike ? I don't use my hands. Have you for- 
 gotten the score of men I have removed from the path 
 of this vast fortune ? " 
 
 " Reduced to beggary, they and their families. 
 Even Governor Randall does not know, but I 
 know." 
 
 "^"ou needn't refer to Randall. He's out of it 
 already." 
 
 " Begorra, he's a lively corpse at his own wake, 
 then, do ye mind ! " suddenly shouted Dennis the 
 valet, dancing in and shaking his fist. 
 
 " Dennis ! " exclaimed Marcellus, " what are you 
 doing here ? " 
 
 " Come from the big house, me boy, to tell ye the 
 Governor wants ye. D'ye see the flag ? " and he 
 pointed to the colors still flying at the truck away 
 amid the green of distant Glen Theron. 
 
 The flag-flying was always a sign that the propri- 
 etor was at home. Both men sprung to the western
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 303 
 
 windows to assure themselves by the sight of their 
 own eyes. The blood left the Judge's cheeks. He 
 bit his lips squarely down. He went through one 
 of those lightning decisions for which he was famous, 
 and turning, roared out, 
 
 " Dennis, telephone for the assistant corporation 
 surgeon, Dr. Folger. Tell him to bring detectives 
 with him in a carriage. My son has gone violently 
 insane from overwork ! " 
 
 " An' is it the telephone that's gone a-fishin', 
 sir ? " 
 
 " Insolent flunkey ! do as I bid you," fairly roared 
 the attorney. 
 
 " Spake the word, Masther Marcellus," said Dennis, 
 with a queer kind of hiss, moving sideways tow- 
 ards the Judge, " an' I'll help a son spank his 
 daddy." 
 
 But Marcellus Hartley had left the room. De- 
 scending to the street, it did not mollify his indig- 
 nation to encounter Miss Hennie Sampson sitting 
 in her carriage at the door. Dressed with exquisite 
 taste, she sat there in the landau behind her trim 
 coachman and footman, reading and waiting. The 
 vacant seat at her side was evidently in waiting. 
 But the young man was wholly unprepared for the 
 swift descent of the footman, opening the door. The 
 lady blushed deeply, though she gave Marcellus good- 
 afternoon ; it was softly uttered and immediately
 
 304 NONE SUCH? 
 
 accompanied with a remark to the footman in a 
 lower tone : 
 
 " Not that Mr. Hartley." 
 
 Marcellus bowed in an embarrassed manner, and 
 jumped in with Mike behind the gray mare, flying 
 back to Glen Theron.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 305 
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 THE interior of the fine drawing-rooms of Glen 
 Theron had not for many a long dny been so laid 
 open to men's eyes. It was early evening a week 
 later, to be exact, than the events previously recorded. 
 The great house was dimly lighted in almost every 
 room. It seemed, this noble pile of white marble 
 reposing there in its setting of foliage, to resemble a 
 jewel on whose many faces the gathering nightfall 
 afforded insufficient light to bring out all its hidden 
 fires. The grounds, also, were beginning to answer 
 to the dwelling, and feebly struggling as yet with 
 the darkness, hundreds of electric lights began to be 
 visible along the paths and drives, in grottos, behind 
 spraying waters, and from the deep green secret 
 places of rare shrubs and trees. The last offices 
 of preparation were being performed by hurrying 
 purveyors, such a company of skillful decorators and 
 caterers as Boston had not sent out within the 
 memory of the oldest tradesman. This lavishment 
 of money spent would be historic with them years 
 away. 
 
 The artists gossiped with each other about the 
 envied young groom and bride of a week, Captain 
 Charles Horicon and Dorothea Mayfield, who were
 
 306 NONE SUCH? 
 
 to be greeted to-night by such a " Yankee house-warm- 
 ing," as the old fashioned speech of Governor Ran- 
 dall put it, as never before had been given in Yankee 
 land. 
 
 For that same evening on which we left Judge 
 Hartley dumbfounded before -the office window, 
 watching Glen Theron's flag still at the truck, there 
 had been a simple wedding at St. Ann's. When, at 
 sunset of that day, the flag fell as usual, the Gov- 
 ernor was breathing easier, was " feeling better eveiy 
 minute, by George," since he had heard the kneeling 
 young couple, man and wife, at his bedside promise 
 to take up their great errand, as he wished. Cap- 
 tain Horicon, after hearing the will read by Marcel- 
 lus in the sick man's presence, had answered in a 
 simple, manly way, 
 
 " Governor Randall, I fear I am unequal to the 
 task you lay upon me. But, unsought by me, this 
 duty and this happiness has fallen to me. I once 
 before said to you that I would defend my rights. I 
 say it now. God help me ! " 
 
 He did not know all that that meant of possible 
 strife. 
 
 With every added day the sick man had improved 
 in strength. The anticipation of the " children's 
 return " was " better than demijohns of doctor's 
 stuff," Clarkson was constantly asserting. And no 
 man could be much happier on this earth than
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 307 
 
 John Clarkson in the preparations for the house- 
 warming. 
 
 Marcellus Hartley had feared to tell the Governor 
 of his father's purpose to fight the will. The ma- 
 levolent excitement might more than neutralize the 
 benevolent. Perhaps, as he reasoned, even now that 
 iron constitution might prevail, and he would live, 
 be better able to endure because stronger, when 
 informed, as the young secretary was fully resolved 
 he should be sooner or later. 
 
 The Judge, however, had suddenly changed his 
 attitude again. He became assiduous in his atten- 
 tions at Glen Theron, accepting the situation Avith 
 apparent submission. He was even now pacing about 
 the empty rooms, the earliest guest. Encountering 
 John Clarkson, he remarked, " Well, Clarkson, I see 
 you are on hand, lucky dog ! " 
 
 "I guess you don't feel good, Jedge," growled 
 John. "Ye look more like a house-freezin' than a 
 house- warmin', sech as in good time we are goin' t' 
 have." 
 
 " Old a gentleman but you're a privileged 
 character." The Judge decided that it was not wise 
 to entirely break with the Governor's favorite. 
 Dennis and Kittie, busy with the room, overheard 
 the two, and had their bit of amusement. 
 
 "D'ye moind, Kittie, privileged character, is't? 
 It's not Hartley's character what gives him his privi- 
 leges."
 
 308 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " It's his learning, Dennis," said the girl. " Learn- 
 ing and money is everything in this wicked world." 
 
 "I'd rather have John Clarkson's hoss sense," said 
 Dennis. The Judge followed leisurely after Clark- 
 son in his wanderings about the rooms, till he got at 
 him again, and began once more : " The Governor's 
 really going to venture in here to-night?" 
 
 " Of course he is. I'm savin' it'll do him more 
 good than a demijohn o' medicine," was Clarkson's 
 reply, seeking to get out of Hartley's way. 
 
 " I fear our venerable friend is past the good any 
 medicine will ever do him," said the Judge with a 
 mock sigh. " I trust, as his bosom friend, you realize 
 that, Mr. Clarkson." 
 
 " Square Hartley, arter a man's seventy, 'taint no 
 drugs that will ketch holt o' his body. It's mostly 
 his mind that aches. Whatever will give him peace 
 is medicine. Pleasin' mem'ries o' kind deeds, sir, 
 and the good he has done." 
 
 Judge Hartley so far forgot himself as to sneer. 
 " The good he's done ! Governor Randall's recent 
 procedures with young Horicon and his wife, for 
 instance." 
 
 Clarkson squared off on his man, thrusting his 
 fists into his capacious pockets, however, and let 
 drive. " I swow, Jedge, I believe when them tew 
 young folks git here all shinin' happy ternight, an' 
 my ol' friend, Kiah Randall, looks on 'em, and his
 
 THERE WILL YET HE THOUSANDS. 309 
 
 big ol' house all warm and bright, I b'lieve when he 
 thinks t' his money done it, he'll git right up outer 
 his chair ! I swow it utl cure me ef I heel the rheu- 
 matiz, an' that's the wust thing I ever heel." Then 
 he turned on his heel to leave the man. 
 
 " Hold on, Clarkson ; I want to talk with you," 
 persisted the Judge. " I never got very near you." 
 
 As he edged off John answered honestly : " Not 
 ef I c'd help it, Jedge." 
 
 " You're a study." 
 
 " No ; plain farmer, formerly in the boot and shoe 
 bizness, but at present rent in'a small farm of two 
 acres, rent due when I c'n see my way clear. That's 
 me ! " 
 
 " But stay," said the Judge, falling into an argu- 
 mentative posture ; " do you mean deliberately' to 
 state that the sight of other people's happiness eloes 
 you good?" shaking hu fingers. "That you par- 
 take of it, so to speak? " 
 
 "What! hain't you found that out yet?" with 
 which contemptuous reply John left him. 
 
 "Found that out?" mused the great attorney. 
 " No, no ! and never shall ! There's no happiness in 
 the universe that I know except my happiness." 
 
 Dennis, who was throwing open the folding doors 
 preparatory to wheeling in his master, caught the 
 soliloquy and commented ; " Thin there's precious 
 little happiness in this world."
 
 310 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Going on with his soliloquy, the lawyer added: 
 " Now, that old fossil, Clarkson, is a bankrupt with- 
 out a dollar, living on another man's bounty. He 
 cannot even know that the new heir will give him 
 his back rent and the life use of his two acres. The 
 Governor once told me that it would wound the old 
 fellow's honor to state the gratuity in writing, and 
 he would walk off to starve. And yet how stiffly he 
 carries himself, by Jove ! Independent as if he felt 
 his worth. Really not worth a dollar. When I've 
 broken the will I'll send him to the poor house, if 
 he don't die sooner." 
 
 Governor Randall afterwards declared that he did 
 not overhear any part of this outrageous deliverance 
 as he entered the parlor in a wheel chair. Dennis 
 was pushing and Clarkson walking at his side. No 
 doubt he was too closely occupied with happier 
 thoughts. But Dennis caught it with quick ear. 
 Governor Randall, very feeble, but in full evening 
 dress and as eager as a joyous boy, saluted his attor- 
 ney with : 
 
 " Hullo, Hartley ! Want to see you after I've 
 looked around," and passed on, his attendants wheel- 
 ing him all about the rooms. He was ghastly pale, 
 his hand often at his side, but the light of a new life 
 was in those wonderful eyes. 
 
 The physician, Dr. Wilson, stopped by the door to 
 watch his patient, and chatting with Hartley, said,
 
 THERE WILL YET P.E THOUSANDS. 311 
 
 "Very risky; but I'm powerless, Mr. Vice-Presi- 
 dent." 
 
 " Of course," witnessed the Judge. " I'll remem- 
 ber your protest. This will finish him ? " 
 
 "I fear so," echoed the physician. "Just think! 
 not out of bed but two days. Pulse faint and thin. 
 Yet he's like a child in looking forward to this 
 night. " 
 
 " Doctor," the Judge held Wilson, corporation 
 surgeon, trustee, etc., by the arm, while he remarked 
 significantly, " he's been a mere child since that 
 morning when he signed the will, has he not ? " 
 
 The surgeon hesitated, looking at the square chin 
 which the lawyer was rubbing, then, slowly assent- 
 ing, " Certainly, I understand," with which he took 
 himself delicately out of sight of the patient who 
 was approaching. 
 
 Meanwhile the chair came back and stopped. 
 Judge Hartley was promptly bending over his great 
 master. 
 
 " Good-evening, Governor ! I declare I haven't 
 seen you look better for months. You're good for a 
 full century. Remember, I always told you so?" 
 He bestowed one of the squarest smiles that he had 
 ever used in all his square life on the rich man. 
 
 "Told me so! Hear that, Clarkson?" remarked 
 Randall, by no means in ill-humor. " But what did 
 he tell others, eh? Hartley, old boy! oh, you're a
 
 312 NONE SUCH? 
 
 good one ! " with a shake of the whitened head that 
 reminded them all of old times. 
 
 " You wanted me to be here early, Governor," con- 
 tinued the attorney. 
 
 There was a quick flash in the answering blue 
 eyes of the Governor that meant mischief, while he 
 responded, 
 
 " Yes, I wanted you to help me do the honors to 
 Charley and Dorothea Horicon. Thought you would 
 enjoy it, eh, Clarkson ? " glancing up at his friend. 
 "But I want you also to meet Dr. Oxford and Presi- 
 dent Bland and the Mayor and a number of distin- 
 guished people who have been looking patiently to 
 see if it was a coffin or a fortune coming out of my 
 sick-chamber. I am too weak to talk much, and you 
 know all about the will." 
 
 " I understand, Governor," replied the attorney 
 submissively. "After this happy night there'll be 
 no change in the disposal of your vast estate." 
 
 "Looks so, don't it? By George, I haven't got 
 life enough left to kick a cat," said the Governor 
 between his long breaths. " No, this ends it, 
 when I've introduced Charley and Dorothea as my 
 heirs." 
 
 " He'll have a load," continued the Judge, with a 
 sigh of pity. 
 
 " No, he won't," exclaimed the Governor sharply, 
 " unless you make it for him ! By George, all the 
 business runs like oil."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 313 
 
 The Judge hedged at once, rubbing his chin and 
 remarking, " He'll be elected at once to your official 
 positions, I suppose." 
 
 " In due time." The Governor squared himself for 
 a grave remark. " Now, Judge, I've always treated 
 you well." 
 
 " Munificently, sir." 
 
 " Treat my boy well, or, by George, he's young, and 
 he'll break you, hey, Clarkson?" 
 
 "Young Horicon has got the ginger in him, Gov- 
 ernor," growled Clarkson. " Quiet ginger, but it's 
 there." How pleased John seemed to be to praise 
 the coming king, nor was there the slightest sign of 
 a courtier about him as he said it. 
 
 " I trust I have been devoted to your interests " 
 the Judge got in, but was snapped up with, 
 
 " Yes, for forty thousand dollars a year. Oh, 
 you're smart, and you're wound in and out of my 
 affairs with complication. But if I had my life to 
 live over again " 
 
 "You wouldn't have me? Oh, my old associate 
 of years, let me not hear you say that in this, per- 
 haps our last " 
 
 " No, I'd have you and another like you, two of 
 you," laughed the Governor, though there was a 
 serious meaning in it after all. 
 
 The Judge forced a laugh, and rubbed his chin in 
 silence.
 
 314 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Yes," resumed the millionaire ; " then, instead of 
 eating me up, you two would eat each other up." 
 
 The Judge tried to laugh off the thrust, though he 
 detected the acerbity in the Governor's mood. 
 
 " Hartley," Randall pursued his vein, " I have not 
 showed you my teeth in many a year, but I am not 
 an angel, Judge, as you are. I trust you when I'm 
 round." 
 
 " Hasn't that been your wise rule through life, to 
 trust nobody out of sight ? " The Judge would try- 
 once more to parry the blow with tireless courtesy. 
 
 " No, sir," growled Clarkson, speaking from his 
 own experience. 
 
 " Be' quiet, John," objected the Governor. " I'm 
 handling him now. Hartley, I'm easy about every- 
 thing in the future except you. You can do right, 
 but will you ? What a tarnation of a time you can 
 make when I am gone if you let the devil loose in 
 you, Hartley." He half rose up in his chair to say it. 
 " If I could live twelve months with Charley, I'd 
 pull you out of the whole of my affairs as a a " 
 
 " Snake outer a milk-pail, Gosh ! " exclaimed 
 Clarkson. 
 
 " Mr. Clarkson ! " The attorney was losing com- 
 mand of himself. 
 
 "Thank you, John Clarkson," said the Governor 
 excitedly. " Yes, snake out of a milk-pail." 
 
 " Only yourself could take Judge Hartley from
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 315 
 
 your vast affairs and not entangle them in ruin." 
 The Judge took shelter in wounded pride. 
 
 " I know it," confessed Randall ; " but I could in a 
 year ; and, by George, Hartley, if I thought you would 
 dare touch the will Hi ! How it grips ! my own 
 hand drew up, I would live a year more " 
 
 Governor Randall fell back exhausted in his chair. 
 The surgeon sprang to his side and begged everybody 
 to use decent consideration. 
 
 " The gods are kind to Hartley," whispered the 
 lawyer to the surgeon significantly. " He will die 
 within twenty-four hours, I do believe, Doctor." 
 
 But Governor Randall slowly recovered his breath 
 and his resolution, notwithstanding John Clarkson's 
 piteous plea : 
 
 " Kiah, Kiah, you're jest the same as my younger 
 brother. I beg ye t' go rest. Do it for those t' love 
 
 ye." 
 
 The Governor in reply looked up at the great clock 
 whose gong at that moment struck out the hour, and 
 asked, 
 
 " How long do you Hi, hi ! " his hand to his 
 side " say before the train ought to be here ? I 
 ordered them a special." 
 
 Marcellus drew near to inform him. " The train 
 is in, sir ; the carriages have left the depot, and will 
 be here very shortly. We have just heard by tele- 
 phone. I wish I could speak with you alone a 
 moment, Governor."
 
 316 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " What's up ? " was the reply, for the Governor's 
 quick eye had caught sight of covert telegraphing 
 between Marcellus and his father. 
 
 The son was alarmed by the Governor's signs of 
 physical weakness, and he was dumbfounded at his 
 father's exultation in the same. Was it not then 
 time now to speak, if ever ? 
 
 " Marcellus ! " protested the Judge, with warning 
 gesture. 
 
 "Something of great importance to say to you 
 alone," persisted the young man undismayed, as he 
 bent over the Governor. 
 
 " All right, bub. There ain't much body to you, 
 but you always had a clear head and your own 
 mother's good heart," said Randall. " She was a 
 sick woman, and just now how much you look like 
 her!" 
 
 " Governor Randall," objected Judge Hartley, 
 actually pushing his son back, " do not trust yourself 
 alone with a youth who has inherited insanity." 
 
 The Governor stared at his attorney in incredible 
 surprise. Then, as if he comprehended the situation 
 all the more clearly, he pointed with his forefinger, 
 and added, " Go into the library, Judge, and take it 
 easy with the big bugs. Marcellus, sit down. I'll 
 hear you pretty soon. There's some early comers 
 here, friends of Charley and Dorothea, whom I want 
 to see. Cold here, ain't it ? I feel chilly."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 317 
 
 "It'll be warmer weather now 't ol' Icehouse 's 
 gone inter the library," Clarkson volunteered, watch- 
 ing the retreating form of the attorney. 
 
 " I believe you," said Randall, laughing. " Those 
 D.D.'s '11 want their overcoats when Hartley gets in 
 there." 
 
 The physician's quick protest came next. " It was 
 a nervous chill, sir. Excitement. Certainly, you 
 must retire." 
 
 "No, no," firmly objected the host, pushing the 
 physician aside. " Dennis, just invite them near 
 me. Have Lieutenant Sebastian and all these young 
 folks come around me, all in here when the children 
 come. The carriages ought to be here soon." 
 
 The parlors were now rapidly filling with guests. 
 The best of several great cities, far as well as near, 
 were arriving in the long line of carriages whose 
 lamps glinted like fireflies about the drives. Who 
 had been invited but had come, when Governor Ran- 
 dall, not dead dog, but living lion, had sent forth hi^ 
 invitations ? Who had questioned, though the invita- 
 tion was informal, was in several instances telegraphic ? 
 for the millionaires had been quick to explain to 
 their wives and daughters the impulsive ways of the 
 oldest and greatest millionaire of them all. "And 
 it will not do, you know, not to be there. We must 
 go as certainly as we would have gone to his funeral." 
 
 As for the poor, in best attire, old shopmates,
 
 318 NONE SUCH? 
 
 favorite workmen suddenly remembered, and "par- 
 ticular friends of the children," what cared they for 
 the brevity of the notice ? The reporters had hinted 
 the situation to all the world, and all true hearts were 
 promptly there to sincerely rejoice with " the most 
 popular young fellow in the town." 
 
 The air was full of music. The perfume of flowers 
 saluted hundreds of arriving guests. The throng 
 was already in the halls. The crush would soon 
 begin. The venerable sire of Charley Horicon was 
 standing at the arm of the Governor's chair, and 
 saying, 
 
 " Governor Randall, do my aged eyes indeed be- 
 hold one who has " 
 
 But the Governor with great cordiality took him 
 by both hands, saying, " Glad to see you, Reverend 
 sir. He bought the house for you ; your son gave it 
 to his mother, he said. Where is the old lady ? " 
 
 " Too feeble, Governor Randall, to be present ; but 
 the Lord bless you ! she sent her prayers for good on 
 your head." 
 
 " All right, my friend, let her pray. It will do me 
 good," replied Randall softly, as he bowed his head. 
 " You must spend some time with us, you know. I 
 want to talk with you more. I ain't very intimate 
 with ministers. Been too busy. But you seem to 
 me, venerable sir, to be sort of sent to me. Stay a 
 few days after all this is over."
 
 THERE \V1LL YET BE THOUSANDS. 319 
 
 What reply the aged clergyman might have in- 
 tended was wholly interrupted by the Governor's 
 private secretary, who broke in upon them : 
 
 " Governor Randall, I must speak with you alone." 
 
 Leaning back in his chair, the Governor replied : 
 ' Say it here, Marcellus. I ain't going to retire. I 
 feel better. Say it here." 
 
 " Before all these people, and before him ? " asked 
 the pale-faced secretary, designating his own father, 
 who had again entered and stood near scowling upon 
 them. 
 
 " Yes ; let her drive." 
 
 " You cannot mean it, Governor Randall," objected 
 Marcellus. 
 
 " I vow I do ! Let her come. I'm ready to break 
 with your father, if necessary," said the Governor, 
 his brow knitting as he caught sight of the Judge's 
 face and restless movements. 
 
 " Governor Randall, my unhappy father, infatuated 
 with his worship of money and encouraged by his 
 long lease of power with you," Marcellus poured out 
 his words desperately, " is plotting to break your will ! 
 Captain Horicon will certainly not be allowed to 
 peaceably inherit under it. I know what I say is 
 true." 
 
 It canfe, clear and ringing, this warning of an hon- 
 est man, like a burst of storm clouds on a garden of 
 flowers. It came in that sudden silence which fol-
 
 820 NONE SUCH? 
 
 lowed the cessation of the music, which had been the 
 overture of Gounod's "Wedding March," and when 
 every one else had ceased to speak. 
 
 The guests in closely packed throngs had made 
 way on either hand for the entry of " the children," 
 who suffered themselves to be received with at least 
 the semblance of sin-prise, direct from their carriage 
 and in traveling attire. Such had been the fancy of 
 the old-fashioned Governor. None were so com- 
 pletely surprised, however, as the aged host himself, 
 whose chair in the center of the east parlor had 
 chanced to pause with its back to the great doors. 
 
 It came, Marcellus's startling declaration, at that 
 precise moment when Charley and Dorothea, radiant 
 and dutiful, were advancing to bestow their first 
 greeting upon the host, to whom they owed such 
 loving loyalty. As Captain Horicon caught Marcel- 
 lus's earliest words, he paused ; he attempted also to 
 detain his bride, but she seemed to be deaf to all 
 voices, save those of her woman's heart. She saw 
 the Governor thrown into intense excitement, start- 
 ing forward in his chair. She heard his voice ring 
 out : " By George, I've had my suspicions, and would 
 not believe ! You confirm me, my lad. Hi, how it . 
 grips ! Judge, come here. Let's have it out now ! " 
 
 But Dorothea would not have it so. The sicken- 
 ing pallor that overspread the angry rich man's face 
 seemed to warn her of convulsed and dreadful dying.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 321 
 
 She fell at his feet with the cure of a woman's bless- 
 ing. She beamed in his face sweetly, saying, " You 
 beloved old man ! How beautiful you are to-night 
 in our friendly eyes ! We are come to make you 
 happy many days." 
 
 While she knelt, Horicon advanced quickly, bend- 
 ing over the Governor. Horicon, the father, still 
 standing at the Governor's left, and the young man 
 handsomely revealed between the two old men, there 
 was made up a tableau which we who saw it never 
 can forget. 
 
 " What ? How's this, my children," cried the 
 Governor, actually rising to his feet. " You make 
 my heart beat, but, strange to say, it don't grip ! I 
 feel better. Where's the music ? The Lord bless 
 you, my children ! Clarkson, look at the pictures ! " 
 and he extended his hand, pointing with his forefinger. 
 At which word not Clarkson's eyes alone, but every 
 eye in those spacious rooms was lifted to the portraits 
 on the wall. 
 
 " It's your Rob over again ! Yourself, old boy ! " 
 cried Clarkson, in solemn gladness. 
 
 " Now, Governor, your house " began Captain 
 Horicon. 
 
 " My house ? " echoed the Governor. 
 
 " Well, sir, I was going to say that very soon your 
 guests " Charley started again. 
 
 " Yours and hers. By George ! why don't you
 
 322 NONE SUCH? 
 
 get right on it at once ? " demanded the Governor.. 
 " Now say it right. Say, my house, for it's to be your 
 home now." 
 
 But before Captain Horicon could repair his sen- 
 tence with the possessive pronoun, the Governor 
 caught sight of his private secretary, standing with 
 both fear and favor contending in his bloodless 
 features. 
 
 " Marcellus," he cried, " cheer up, my lad. We'll 
 make the hour complete. Do they think to get the 
 better of Ki Randall ? We'll see ! " 
 
 Instantly Judge Hartley was ready. Stepping for- 
 ward with the desperation that alone befitted this his 
 last play in a wicked game, he spoke to any who 
 might hear : 
 
 " Friends, this is, indeed, a sad hour for me. Pity 
 me and help me, neighbors. My only son out of his 
 head ! And now yonder, that fine mind, once Gov- 
 ernor of this great State, architect of this colossal 
 fortune, a wreck ! " 
 
 When this audacious declaration had struck every 
 hearer dumb, he boldly added: "Neighbors, Governor 
 Randall has been mentally incompetent for months, 
 as you see him now." 
 
 There is a difference between the worship of money 
 and the worship of business. No doubt both are 
 idolatrous. But the former is that " love " which 
 the divine speech has pronounced " the root of all
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 323 
 
 evil," the miser's secret passion, and the alchemist's 
 demon. It cannot suffer any generous wish or noble 
 thought to dwell in the same bosom with itself. 
 This Avas the blight of strong manhood which Miss 
 Hennie Sampson saw written on the features of the 
 great lawyer. She stood in the throng by her 
 father's side. Her sensible mother, who stood at 
 her back by the corner of the piano there, had been 
 whispering plain Yankee comments for some minutes, 
 evidently, if one could judge by the emphasis with 
 which her maternal fan had been tapping the daugh- 
 ter's shoulder. It has been since then declared by 
 her friends that it was at the house-warming that she 
 read, with an alarm that saved her young life, the 
 misery that the old idolater Hartley displayed in 
 every word of his frantic, desperate speech. Miss 
 Sampson surely could not but see a different effect 
 in the mind of " our great man," Governor Randall. 
 Pursuing affairs u to see them grow," as he often 
 expressed it, he had yet not been totally broken in 
 natural affection, nor blinded to the good, the beauti- 
 ful, and the true. She philosophized that a million- 
 aire might have been a happier man if he had long 
 ago pursued some other human interests besides his 
 own. She would not have been herself if not criti- 
 cal and philosophical. But " Governor Randall was 
 not a ruined soul," and she decided then and there 
 that Judge Hartley was.
 
 324 NONE SUCH? 
 
 There stood Governor Randall as erect as in his 
 prime. His illness seemed to have been burned 
 to ashes by the fires of indignation that flashed 
 from his blue eyes. The shapely features glowed 
 with the warm color of youthful vitality. He 
 stepped away from his chair till he appeared fully 
 revealed, with his towering stature more than equal- 
 ing the tallest, and by his spirit, or the wonder of 
 the transformation, seeming to us all a majestic per- 
 sonage defending those whom his old heart loved 
 better than life. At first we looked to see him fall. 
 We feared his instant death. But, no, he stood 
 strong. It was life and not death. 
 
 " They will trifle with my last purpose, will they ? " 
 cried he. " They will, perhaps, say that I am not of 
 sound mind and able to dispose. Ask me a question 
 of the minutest detail of all my vast affairs that I 
 cannot now answer with intelligence. To-morrow is 
 directors' meeting. I'll be there, Hartley, at the 
 head of the table. I am well again, dear child," and 
 he put his hand caressingly on Dorothea's head, as 
 she clung to his side. 
 
 " Ge-whitaker ! " shouted John Clarkson. " A 
 dose of happy deeds is curin' him surer'n a dose o' 
 paris green on my taters kills the bugs." At which 
 eccentric comment on things the company would 
 have broken into cheers, except that the Governor's 
 imposing attitude foreboded serious business yet to 
 follow, and commanded attention.
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 325 
 
 " They'll fight over my will, eh, and grow fat over 
 the carcass ? I am able yet to make a plan and exe- 
 cute it in the teeth of a crisis, friends. I guess that's 
 been a characteristic of Hezekiah Randall all the way 
 through, and ought to prove that I'm still myself. 
 Marcellus, you will find a bundle of blank deeds in 
 my desk in the library, such as we used when we 
 .sold those lots on Bascom Street. Fill one out at 
 once. Describe this estate, Glen Theron, as briefly 
 as you can in haste, adding for further description 
 of which see map on file at the County Clerk's office. 
 For one dollar and other valuable considerations, 
 deed this estate to Charles Horicon. I'll sign and 
 ncknowledge it in the next twenty minutes if I live, 
 and I reckon I shall. We'll see what can be done 
 with a living hand. Perhaps, gentlemen, some of 
 you heavy men here may take a leaf out of my 
 book and go home to be your own executors. And, 
 Dennis ? " 
 
 " Yes, sirrah," responded the valet, slipping to his 
 master's side, yet casting a threatening look towards 
 Judge Hartley. " Shall I help him out, your Ixcil- 
 lincy?" 
 
 "You step over with John Clarkson, while Mar- 
 cellus is writing ; and, John you know the com- 
 bination of this one. Open the safe, boys. This is 
 only one of them, for a few things handy, but there's 
 some stuff in there."
 
 326 NONE SUCH? 
 
 Before our astonished eyes Dennis pushed back a 
 portiere over a handsome safe deposit door built into 
 the wall between the east parlor and the dining-room, 
 across which was written in gilt filigree, fresh in its 
 color of a day, " CHAE.LES HORICON." The Gov- 
 ernor proudly pointed to it, shouting, 
 
 " Read the owner's name. Now let's see what the 
 courts will do, if I die in five minutes." There was 
 the savage spirit of a tiger in the man who had come 
 so near suffering a great wrong. It may be that in 
 his just anger men on earth should read what men 
 departed feel, when, defenseless, their survivors rob 
 the sweet intent of their last will while here. 
 
 " Hoss sense, by Gosh ! Ef any man wants any- 
 thing done, let him do it himself," exclaimed Clark- 
 son, springing eagerly to obey. 
 
 " Bring 'em out, John, bring out the tin boxes," 
 ordered the Governor. "Bring me pen and ink. 
 The Doctor says this night'll kill me. Very well. 
 Empty out some things on this table. Let me die 
 handling my own stuff." With that he swept his 
 hands across the great center table, clearing it of 
 bric-a-brac with a crash. He seated himself, and 
 spreading out his hands expectantly, exclaimed, 
 
 " Hartley, old boy, now let's see what we can do, 
 if I die in an hour. It's all mine now. That's sure. 
 And I've a right to do what I please with my own." 
 
 Meanwhile the willing hands of Dennis and John
 
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 Clarkson began to deposit boxes of securities on the 
 table, and at the Governor's side. 
 
 " Them's Chicago and North-west," he cried, open- 
 ing the boxes. " Turn 'em down, so that I can sign 
 transfer to Charles Horicon. What a man does with 
 his living hand is done." 
 
 Then the great throng broke into such a merry 
 clapping of happy hands and fluttering salute of 
 handkerchiefs held high in air, as never before 
 greeted fche transfer of a vast estate. The music for 
 once was sensible and came in aptly of its own voli- 
 tion, for no one had ordered its helpful strains. The 
 well-dressed crush of people turned every man to his 
 neighbor with congratulations. 
 
 No, not every one, of course. Not the Mayor, nor 
 the aldermen, nor trustees of this and that, all benevo- 
 lently disposed men who loved the brick and mortar 
 of their charges better than they ever loved a living 
 man, and believed in the old bungling fashions still. 
 
 But to most people it seemed as if that bent white 
 head had again thought out a way to live to suit itself, 
 to get advantage of a blundering world when laid 
 low in its grave, in spite of the old fashion. And 
 many an onlooker watched that flying pen as it 
 struck the thumbed backs of stocks and bonds with a 
 new owner's name, as if the happy fortune was his 
 own. So had Charles Horicon and his bride made 
 friends in the little city and beyond.
 
 328 NONE SUCH? 
 
 At length the music ceased. The gleeful players 
 must themselves have caught sight of Marcellus, the 
 trusted secretary, as he dashed along the hall from 
 the library, holding aloft the deed in his hand. It 
 was as if the supreme moment of this evening's 
 novel entertainment had arrived. The Governor 
 straightened back in his chair to draw a long breath, 
 and say, 
 
 " No probate judge fingering mine, contrary to my 
 wishes, please. Am I very, very crazy ? Ah, Mar- 
 cellus, let's have it. You are a commissioner of 
 deeds." The Governor ran his eye rapidly over the 
 document, folded it down, signed it, handed it to the 
 secretary for acknowledgment, to Lieutenant Sebas- 
 tian for witnessing, and then rose to his feet, say- 
 ing. 
 
 " If you want anything done, do it yourself. 
 Here, Dorothea, my daughter, your dower is in your 
 husband's home. God bless you here, even more 
 than he ever did my Anna and my boy and me in 
 our far humbler home." 
 
 Dorothea protested something of her unworthi- 
 ness, and flung her arms about the old man, as he 
 folded her head against his bosom, bending till his 
 white hair mingled with her brown locks. 
 
 " You will get used to calling it home, my chil- 
 dren," he said ; " used to the business of making lots 
 of people happy here. I wasn't."
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 329 
 
 He coughed, and seemed to lose his voice for a 
 moment. Horicon stepped near to support him. 
 The old man recovered soon, and kindled with his 
 speech: "Yes, Charley and Dorothy, you'll build 
 more roads, erect more fountains, give away the 
 flowers. You'll open the doors of the old house. 
 I pray God to bless this home with children, else it 
 is no home. Spend your money here lots of it; 
 make the old town like Paradise. Your wealth is 
 too much. Give it away, away, till ye get down to 
 some comfort. Especially remember this setting 
 good fellows on their feet. Loan it, expecting nothing 
 in return. Does that sound crazy, Clarkson ? " 
 
 But John Clarkson could not speak. While he 
 was mopping his old eyes and making ready, the 
 Governor added, " Neighbors, it will take another 
 year to do it well." 
 
 " Please Heaven, it takes you ten years more, 
 sir ! " said Captain Horicon with bowed head, 
 while the Governor touched him caressingly on 
 the shoulder. 
 
 " Put 'em back, boys. I'll transfer all of them in 
 the next three weeks. There are other safes down 
 town too. But my children are rich enough now to 
 secure them against hyenas who pick at dead men's 
 bones. I'll live another year and finish my job, how- 
 ever. I feel as if I had taken a big dose of a strange 
 medicine and was well again."
 
 330 NONE SUCH? 
 
 " Hooray, whoop ! " sobbed or cheered John Clark- 
 son. " Hartley said it would take another year to 
 pull the snake out o' th' pail o' milk. But you'll do 
 it." 
 
 " I'll begin now," said the Governor, sternly 
 resolved. " Judge Hartley, I want your resigna- 
 tion." 
 
 The Judge's square mouth actually gasped : " By 
 Jove ! Is it a miracle ? " 
 
 " No, not a miracle," said Dorothea, softly and 
 sweetly, but loud enough for all to hear. " Rather, 
 the old, old truth, that in attempting, in future years, 
 to set thousands of others on their feet, he has got to 
 his own feet first." 
 
 " That's so, as young as any of them," responded 
 the Governor, turning up her gentle face and kissing 
 it before all. "And now, my little girl, I think if 
 you and Charley will agree, we'll lead the dance just 
 as we used to do, up in old Aroostook County." 
 Which he actually did so far as taking his place for a 
 few moments as the set was forming. 
 
 Nor was his God then pleased to take him from this 
 world. Three years later, when Governor Randall 
 was carried to his long home, he had quite " finished 
 the job a living hand should do." He had exe- 
 cuted that identical will. " His children " possessed 
 his all. 
 
 But he had seen the beginnings of a benevolence
 
 THERE WILL YET BE THOUSANDS. 331 
 
 held by Captain and Mrs. Horicon as a holy, happy 
 commission. 
 
 His quaint " ciphering in multiplication " the 
 governor was never tired of conning on those long, 
 thin fingers to the last. " One young life, head of 
 a family of five, say, in that noblest thing on earth, 
 a Christian home. Then each child sent out well 
 fixed to repeat the result, on and on. All first made- 
 possible by a little spatter of my money." 
 
 Whenever Captain Horicon discovered a life worth 
 investing in, often after long and patient search, and, 
 returning to Glen Theron, reported to the aged 
 watcher by the sunlit window, " We have found 
 another ! " the Governor was wont to reply, 
 
 "Dorothea, write the name in our record, in the 
 Book which tells of the Christ who tasted death for 
 one man." 
 
 At the very end Dorothea was sitting by Governor 
 Randall's chair, with her little prattling daughter 
 held within his reach. He touched the child's head, 
 saying of sweet infancy, " It is the greatest thing in 
 the world ! " 
 
 Soon after he fell asleep. 
 
 None such as Hezekiah Randall, say you ? 
 
 There will yet be thousands.
 
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